Jan. 31, 1925
     To the harbor –
     A terrific wind blowing off the lake.  It was not cold but exhilarating.  I knew I would have difficulty in making the final sketches I wanted to.
     I make straight for the “Maruba” but noted many things on the way. Paused a moment at the Michigan St. bridge – the wind sweeping  thru the Kellogg elevators – a wild epic sky – water in the canal choppy.  (At foot of Main St. had seen the great romantic sky of infinite shapes and variations of tone. Down the r.r. tracks - it was 4:30; men quitting work looked at me oddly – the snow in the r.r. bed soggy.  At an elevator just before coming to the Maruba the wind is terrific and I could hardly advance.
      Near the Maruba a 10 yr. old girl busy making a snowman. Tho the wind made drawing almost hopeless never-the-less I tried.  While I was sketching the girl came up to look.  “That’s my boat” she announced.  I didn’t quite understand.  “It’s the boat I’m on,” she explained.  “Oh,” I immediately had visions of a watchman with an only daughter so I asked her if just she and her father were on the boat.  “No, mother and sister too.”  So they all live on the boat perhaps getting rent free or perhaps getting rent as partial wages.  Somehow it appealed to me.  This little girl, if she has imagination, can get a lot of fun out of her odd home.
     To the bridge above, looking down on the “Maruba” and other boats.  Truly the Maruba was a fine specimen.  This new view of the boat and canal thrilled me.  I was loath to leave it.  To the shore strange fantastic clouds were hung across the cold yellow sunset sky
     The black drawbridge -
     Sun behind ship’s front –