Walking thru the R.R. yards – and endless maze of tracks – sun too warm for comfort, I soon am in a sweat – Into the open country at last –
     When contemplating this walk, I had some fear that extended exploration would dispel the illusion I had that a vast plain of swamps and wilderness lies to the northeast of us – but my walk proved to be no illusion, and only revealed that these barren flats are of much greater extent than I supposed- They seem to extend endlessly to the north and east, and are relieved only by various railroads that cut over and under each other by means of  black iron and concrete bridges, curving this way and that to create a hopeless puzzle –
     Make sketch of two bridges near Broadway (?) By now the sun was gone and the S.W. wind was colder and more raw – After exploring some of the swamps in triangular sections between railroads I go east on Broadway till I come to Borden Rd. – the name Borden I confused with Bowen Rd. and thought I was much further east than I was – I skimmed the outskirts of Depew and went S.W.
     A long barren stretch – the swamps overflowing into the road – I start to make notes, and a wet soggy snow commences to come, which transforms the day all at once – the horizons open up and the vast solitude and loneliness of the side-stretching marshlands filled me with happiness – I get out my lunch, and walk along eating, enjoying it, in spite of the wet snow in my face, and my wet trousers
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     What a warm thrill to come into the warm house, and be greeted by my family, and after a hot bath get into dry clothes and sit down and let Arthur jump on my lap – and have the other children excitedly show me their drawings.[1]