A.M. North alongUnion Rd.beyond the bridge sketching drifts – a brilliant “far away” morning.
     P.M. My usual walk beside the freight cars  - I felt a sudden love for them – it is in me all the time, but I’m not always conscious of it.
     A futile morning –
     Got word last night from the gallery that “March” had been sold; with what bitterness and what joy was that picture painted!
     P.M. To see “Hell’s Angels” – the scenes in the air magnificent – what beautiful things are airplanes, the most beautiful things man has created – My longing to own one, to drive one is so great some times as t make me momentarily ill – like homesickness.
     A dazzling fluffy snowfall from the Northeast – the wind cuts thru one like a knife – the snow is intensely pure and virgin-like
     Walk to bridge – the N.E. wind pierces to the marrow I walk until I overcome the cold and acquire a warm glow all over-  
     The sudden rise in temperature is amazing – before I look at the thermometer,I was surprised to see  water dripping from roofs –
     For short walk - Union Rd.– Fr. Rd. – south thru fields home – a beautiful sunshiny day, but extra mean thoughts crowd my mind, and I cannot absorb its beauty and cannot open myself up completely and let it take possession of me – Union Road is brilliant with rivulets of melted snow – In the fields the snow sinking and like a mackerel sky – a spider crawling over the snow with sluggish movements – Work in the studio calls me home-
     P.M. SW wind increases and freshens[1]