At late afternoon a dense blue haze came — the rain mist seems always new to me — what an afternoon to idle on the top of a round hill in the midst of a march —
How it all became suddenly vivid—the raw gray days in March, the calls of blue-birds, the dripping water from ice covered banks.
Yesterday I saw a robin discover a worm, and pull it out. As he ate it, he rolled his eye skyward with intense satisfaction.
Tonight to Fields before Bentley’s – the frogs and toads – a strange rustling in the leaves – what was going on? – As I looked at the ring around the moon it became a huge opening in the sky, beyond which was another world –
The wind fluttered – grass under moonlight – pale moonlight falls on the sleeping flowers –
At Falls – Sketching – Falls a down rush of roaring froth into the dark green spruce valley – splattering into silver on the rocks – white puffs of clouds appear in the dappled sky – with wonderful rapidity they increase and rush on as if borne by some swift upper-current; from startling contrasts with sun; followed by a solid mass of clouds –
A clear brilliant sparkle of a day without a cloud. The sun shone so warm all the snow is gone except in the cool north – shadows of buildings.
A clear brilliant sparkle of a day without a cloud. The sun shone so warm all the snow is gone except in the cool north – shadows of buildings.
March 2 – Saturday –
Mild, partially cloudy day –
A.M. To [Genesee Picture Frame Co.] to have two small pictures framed – looked over frames as possibilities for framing some of the early w.-c’s for the Albright-Knox Gallery show.
It is odd how the days lengthen, unnoticed for a long time, until, all at once, we see how much earlier it is getting light and how late it remains light. I just realized it the other day. Now it is comparatively light at six o’clock.
Robins & Redbird at morning –
A bluebirds quaver-song blown in the wind –
The white noon –