Mar. 24, 1924
     March skies have come – Today atnoonthe first cumulus clouds of the year loomed upwards towards the sun startling white topped with black trees against them – an hour later, and a great soft warm yellow gray blanket from the west comes to spread over the sky, the cumulus fleet sinking in the east
     Yesterday to the harbor sketching – a brisk sunny cold day with sailing clouds- first sketch two ice-bound boats – but few gulls around.  I finish soon after the fishermen depart for their homes.   I find a place along the canal underneath a coal-loading place to eat my lunch – “prattle” of sparrows and plaintive cries of gulls- the harbor looks romantic in the chilly sunshine.
     Down along the canal in search of material – finally at sunset time after zigzag trip thru some lines of freight oars, I find a sketch and seat myself on top of a small flat boat – a great happiness came over me – I felt at home.