Friday, Jan 21, 1881 One of the most disagreeable of days. It was raining and freezing and the wind was blowing a gale when I went out to breakfast so that I could hardly keep my feet. Telegraph wires are down all over the city and trees are breaking down under their load of ice. Have painted all day on my large picture although it has been very dark. Mr. Richards of the firm of Doll & Richards of Boston called with Hatfield. A letter from Sara. Went to the private view of the Water Colors this evening. I knew only a very small proportion of the people there. Somehow the younger artists have a more Bohemian and aggressive look than formerly. I dont enjoy these things any more. I am growing older. The city is in a state of shock tonight and it is snowing & raining together.