By supper time, the creek was full and over its banks in many places - there was a sense of horrifying power in the mud-colored flood as it swept by, bearing with it trees & other debris. Late at night, after the children were in bed, B & I to look at the creek again. A calm bright moon shown from a soft dappled sky, lighting up the surface of the rapids with frantic silver. I was completely fogged out mentally & emotionally from working all day, but I felt here was something I ought to do; yet I was powerless.
                                                                            June 22, 1937-
     A.M. By car to look at the flood havoc, at Lancaster and Cowlesville. It soon palled, and I spent a brief moment on a hilltop. It was a glorious day after the rain - great scudding clouds, and a strong vigorous cool wind. How good the earth - and the warm sunshine - a sense of illimitable bountifulness.
                                                                           June 23, 1937-
     Out William St. past Bowen Rd painting - Difficulty in coosing a subject. Finally “settle” on a young elm in a hayfield. It is “High Noon” - the high noon of the whole year. The sun so high, that its’ (sic) rays are vertical, and things have a blackish look. In looking northwards, I was stuck with the dark, colorlessness of the world, tho the sky was clear & the sun shone full strength. In the southern sky was a row of tiny white clouds, that cast pale violet ray-like shadows down