March 18, 1937 -
     S.E. of E. Aurora to snow-light woods. As I parked on the brow of the hill, and turned down the windows, joy in being alive swept over me. A vague misty sky; from a barnyard just below came the excited clatter of chickens, a primitive spring sound.
     Just as I had finished strapping myself into my sketching paraphernalia, a few tiny flakes of snow commenced to fall. Hoping it would cease, I set out for the woods. As I tramped thru the soggy snow-covered floor of the woods, the snow-fall increased. But it was beautiful - and the wind soughing in the treetops stirred my blood.
     Defeated, I returned to the car, and ate my lunch, in a leisurely fashion, watching the landscape and the snow, which increased. Afterwards, I took a walk in the woods, and then drove home.
     To P.O. As I went up the street, I heard a crow. The soft gray soggy sky, a raw wet trees (sic), were transformed and I felt a power in myself and a confidence and independence - I am alone in the world, in my art, and it was good.