To the Metropolitan yesterday, going into Manhattan on Metro North railway line. Such a pleasant journey. It terminates at Grand Central Station and one can walk through the magnificent Grand Concourse and feel the grand excitement the possibility of travel offers.
We’re staying in Peggy and Date’s magnificent home, a four-story building on a small bluff with a creek running at the footings. At night one falls asleep to the sound of flowing water. 
This painting by Rockwell Kent seems the most marvelously beautiful work to me - why do I love this so much? He’s not a particularly valued artist - I love the ruggednes and the violet and silver blue snow, the frigid water, the strange yellow sunset event over the water, far far north of any comfort zone. Maybe it’s the color harmonies, not so much the narrative - it’s classic early 20th century landscape style, with more hardened, saturated color moving it away from subtlety.
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