Thurs. Dec. 9 – 1932 –
      It is twilight – I sit by the studio window and look out on the bleak barren backlots, above which is the cold gray sky.  A few scattered flakes, fall aimlessly – they do not seem to know where to go.  Now enough have fallen to give the dead grass a faintly silver tone – A great love for the humble scene outside fills my heart.

                                                                    Thurs. –Feb. 9, 1933
     For walk in blizzard at A.M.  A rare delight to me, for somehow or other it is long since I have given myself to the elements so wholly.  The thermometer registered about 6 above, but somehow the snow seems to temper the icy wind, so that except for an occasional sting to my cheeks, I did not feel the cold.
     Cut across fields fromUnion Rd.toward railroad.  “Skippy” seemed to delight iin it.  Most of the time, I could not see twenty feet in any direction, so that I was isolated in space, a howling shrieking void.  It was not without a certain relief when I finally discerned the long pale lavender stripe that denoted the freight cars.  I conceived the idea of walking down between two rows of them and thus escape some of the storm’s violence. I did so, and found it a pleasure, ahead of me the lines of cars vanished in the pale lavender void of the blizzard ever retreating and remaining the same as I advanced.  At the bridge I come again “out” into the storm and its fury makes me gasp for breath anew.
     A storm like this seems to paralyze thought and action.  I fuss around all day at trifles.  By mid afternoon the thermometer stands at zero, with the wind unabating.  Water in downstairs bathroom freezes up.  I enlist Frank’s aid and he crawls under new part and thaws it out with a candle.