Mar. 2, 1924
     Sunday, P.M.
     To the harbor sketching – I get off the car atExchange St. This is the brink of a slight hill that goes down to the harbor – already here there is the harbor feeling – I seem to be able to look out over the buildings to the lake.  Raw, chilly air – subdued sunshine – water running in ice ruts.
     Down past the Kellogg elevator to the peninsula – Find two ice-bound boats to sketch – here the city’s garbage is dumped and thousands of seagulls collect to feed on it.  Their cries filled the air and had a plaintive sound. Tho the sun is not bright and sometimes is only a dull glow in a streaked gray violet sky, still it is warm – as the afternoon wore on tho the gray cloud bank got denser and the sun dimmer – finally it went out altogether and a raw chilly incessant wind blew from the west – the boats seemed to shrink into the ice and assume a sinister character.  It finally became too cold for me to sketch and as I was packing up, snow commenced to fall.  When I was leaving the air was full of flying flakes.