steam & smoke or the sight of snow spattered elm trees against the blue-black sky – anything seemed to have poetic glamour.  The natural effects were dramatic – the scattering clouds with the big mass of dark blue-black clouds- the east,that sometimes stayed till after sundown.
     Having gone much farther that I thought the shop was located I concluded I was on the wrong road and turned about to go toBuffalo.  As the sun sank lower & lower the trees lit up became a richer and darker orange until just before the light faded, they were a rich reddish-orange – the windows of houses sparkled brilliantly in the dark purple distance –
     I just missed my car at Seneca streetand being impatient about waiting I started to walk.  Darkness seemed to have come quickly – for now it was quite dark and the cold white moon was high in the sky – As I walked along looking at the moon and its effect on black houses, locomotives and freight cars I thought of March moonlight nights of my childhood.  By this time I wood be eagerly waiting for the first hepaticas.
                                                                      Mar. 28, 1926
      By trolley toHamburg+ thence over theBostonHills to Chestnut Ridge + north.  A wonderful March day full of vigor and poetic fervor.  It took long for me to leave everything behind and become part of the day