Wednesday, June 2, 1880 Walked out on the Common again this morning and afterwards went to my studio and began another picture for Mr. Chickering. I succeeded in making a start and hope to get something out of it. I felt unusually depressed. I think my digestion is deranged. Sara urged me to go for a ride and finally she and I drove down the creek crossing at South Rondout, around by Capt. Andersons and home by the river road. The landscape was rich and full, the day cool and delightful and if I had been feeling well I would have enjoyed it more than I did but I was weighed down with an intense melancholy from which I seemed unable to free myself.