sundown. A fine one - old, and almost completely grown over with myrtle & lily-of-the-valley. While I was making notes, some child nearby was using a lawn swing, which needed oil. The squeaks had a perfect resemblance to a made a little musical motive something likerepeated over & over; it had a quaint wistful feeling. A composer might have made something of it.
                                                                                May 30, 1936-
     There comes a point always, in painting a picture, when it becomes a prison; I long to get away from it, to be quit (sic) of it forever; yet the only release with a clean conscience must come from carrying it thru.
                                                                               May 26, 1936-
     P.M. Take M.A. and Marie to Elma for catechism instruction. In the meantime I to little grove at end of Jamison road. The land slopes gently down to the west from this place, giving a feeling of great vastness. Read from time to time in a book on Christ, loaned to me by Rev. Neeb, interspersing it with looking at the landscape. As I read, I felt after all there was something to the miraculous character of Christ’s life; could I believe it? Then I tried thinking, if I believed that how would it affect my relation to the natural world. I observed the wind-blown young wheat, a crow a two, the warm reddish plowed fields, the wide sky; a stray butterfly - they never seemed so good - well perhaps more beautiful. Another experiment I tried- supposing I accepted the idea of sin-atonement