Feb. 3, 1925
     To Harbor – about 11:00 a.m.[i]
     A warm (unnaturally warm) hazy day.  After I left the car and proceeded to theMichiganbridge I made for the “Point” and sat down on a timber, an overwhelming drowsiness came over me – the snow blinded my eyes and I sat in a stupor – the warm southern sun streamed over the lakeshore, lighting up the sides of the ships with a friendly glow.  The sound of melting snow as it constantly settled filled the air – I used snow water to bathe my eyes and started on a sketch of sun on ship and boat – to the right repairmen were hard at work on a black hard boiled looking boat – and now they start a gas engine the exhaust of which pounded on the ears – boys came around to watch me – some ventured out on the ice, and made a great show of their boldness – I feared for their safety – but remember my own foolhardy tricks – suddenly the gas engine ceases – the silence is violent almost, and then came to sounds of a distant train and a fire engine’s siren.  Here in this remote separate land of the lake the latter meant nothing –
     The sketch completed – along lake shore, on a remote setting lunch –
     The rest of the day spent aimlessly, the first sketch of the mountains used up my energy.
     I made pencil sketches and saw first one thing after another to paint but could not settle on anything.  I visited my friend the “Maruba” – (King of all boats down here)
     Evening was romantic – the dusk of imminent rain filled me with melancholy and yearning. To the south, the Lackawanna furnaces in faint bluish haze.