hard barren earth with icy ferocity. Most of the snow patches have been melted and reduced to ice, with a hard and highly polished surface; and in it at times, when the pale remote clouds parted enough, was reflected the cold silvery light of our great day star, glaring brilliantly in a watery blue sky.
                                                                March 11, 1937, (Thursday)
     Morning- cold, sunlight pale and remote, the air full of tiny snow-crystals as fine as salt grains; they caught the light of the sun and became little pin-point diamonds.
     P.M. To Buffalo to report on my income tax. Tho I had no tax to pay, I must needs wait around a couple of hours to swear to it.
     Afterwards to a movie- an interminable show.
                                                                   March 12, 1937 (Friday)
     The sun in a dreamy dappled sky sent the thermometer up to 38, so I went out painting - a view of the town from the railroad, with a poplar tree in the foreground. My first day painting outdoors since last August, and I was so ecstatic over it, I could scarcely work. The wind from the south was raw.
     Drove to the Penna R.R. on Lein Road to eat my lunch, a delightful interlude. Once a locomotive & tender