May 2, 1938- (Monday)
      AM. To Harbor to get studies of a boat for Elevators picture - a clear sunny morning.
     At the Michigan St bridge was a boat load of autos go up the canal. A fine feeling of the great boat gliding so noiselessly along - a feeling of latent power. Afterwards, when the boat was far to the south, the sun was reflected in the autos as brilliantly glittering stars.
                                                                   May 4, 1938- (Wed)
     AM. To Evans Elevators- a warm drowsy morning half-sunlight filtering thru vague cloud masses.
     PM. To Gowanda country to look for mushrooms.
     Hot and dry- the smell of sweet-brier. Apple trees in full white flower - past the pink and white stage, but still luscious- (the hum of bees-)
     In the Pinegrove trilliums in their full pure white glory.
     Looking out over the wide Horse-Shoe canyon- I had forgotten the ravishing romantic beauty of this spot - it is incredible.
     Down the steep hillside to the creek. My knees & hip joints ache from holding back.
     Along the ledge; here there is scarce room for a foothold, so I removed my shoes & socks. The heat of the sun is doubled here, reflected as it is from the glaring white cliff. This was a little adventure, for a slip would mean at least a ducking. The hot stones and gravel felt good on my feet.
     No sign of any mushrooms. The heat here is sickening -