Bredemeir out with frames.
     Evening – the dark mystery of a spring night a pale half-moon – the long drawn out trill of toads or frogs – houses and half leaved trees with vague shadowy forms glower at the moon – the earth is full of sounds                                                                               Friday, June 24, 1932-
     Put away the “Elevators” painting for another year, but not without great regret.  I had some hours of pure unalloyed pleasure working on it this year, as well as at least two glamorous trips to the spot to make studies.
     Got out the Three Trees picture to study.  No work on it yet, though some of its problems seem to solve themselves.
     B. toClydelast night after getting word Charlie was very low.
     Feel unutterably depressed all day, and possessed of a conviction that I do not make the most of my freedom and opportunity, and that my work lacks power and beauty of spontaneity.
     P.M. Carl Wild in for a visit – chat awhile, play some records and look over work in studio.
     The children in direct opposition to me, are in irrepressible hilarious spirits.  Reading a little in “The Golden Age” and it comes over me with new clearness that our children’s horizon is too limited – the best back-yard in the world does not compensate for lack of unsupervised meadows, hollows and thickets – ponds, dells and unknown dusty roads.
     Today was of such unalloyed beauty that it seemed like something fabulous.  The high cold wind that has come from the north-west for the last three days veered to the southwest.  At early afternoon (the real sun-time noon) not a trace of a cloud in the deep watery blue sky, from which the sun shone with a dazzling brilliance, lighting up the wind dried dirt with a weird whiteness, and giving out no appreciable heat.  People working in their gardens had