A moody, dark-skied day – snowflakes at times.
     To gallery to see Buffalo Artists show; walking down Elmwood, my mind is on fire with ideas for painting; and I walk vigorously until I am in a sweat – all that I had been doing seems trivial and virtuous –
     To Fred’s Shop at Elmwood and Virginia to get my hair cut – it revived old memories – my view in the mirror showed the magnificent trees near here –
     The paper announced tonight the rescue of a group of fishermen who had been marooned on a large mass of ice inLake Erie– they were first located by airplanes and then taken off by the U.S. Coast Guard.  There is a great epic quality about the whole thing that adds to the romance ofBuffaloHarbor– it gave me a thrill to think of it, and filled me with a desire to go to the harbor again to paint-
     1 P.M.toBuffalo with B.
     As we get off the bus, a Communist unemployment parade marched by – there was something ominous about these ragged non-descript sullen human beings, that cast a depressive chill over the day-
     After a lunch at a Cafeteria to Harbor – very cold – an excitement that always attends my first visit, after a long absence, to the harbor thrilled me – walking out road that has been built by trash – return by shore line.  Pass the “jungle” it is hard to conceive of men getting lower than these – crude miserable shelters of old boxes and pieces of tin no larger than a dog kennel.
     Some scavengers were poking about in the burning trash for copper, lead or other treasures – some were in their “homes” cooking their miserable meals.  B. was greatly affected by her first knowledge of such things-
     Back to bus by way of Dante Place where I saw [1]