We are leaving Washington - I see the capitol over the top of a
dirty freight car -- The trees are in full bud -- I just now see
the monument -- some water -- very lovely -- the sun low -- 5:45
-- The monument I think very beautiful -- you would like it too if
you were seeing it -- We cross the bridge -- forsythia blooming
in the park -- yellow -- I haven't come down this way since the
spring my mother died --

All the way so far I have just sat. It
is such a bright day that the sun makes the bare trees shine --
almost sparkle -- Or maybe I just think that because I so much
enjoy seeing a tree again.

The brightest color has been fields of soft - brownish
orange dried grass -- So many things of the outdoors surprise
me as I see them out the window

I wonder how you are -- have thought very often of
you during the day --

Will mail this at Richmond

As I watch this Eastern landscape I am a bit surprised
to realize how much the West has placed its self with me.

This is

all so familiar and yet so far away -

This is just my wish that you are being very careful
and nice to Alfred.

A good night kiss to you. I hope the evening
goes well.

7:20

I have had my dinner -- and you are probably eating -- When
it is dark outside the train seems very dreary -- and I very
alone -- I keep wondering how your evening is going -- What are
you talking about and all that --

--- And thinking of you and feeling a bit sad

I smell like the dining car too and I don't
like that --

I'll have my bed made and get into it as soon as
we leave Richmond -- 8:10

A good night kiss to you -

Good Morning !

Lord what a shaky train and it never stops -
Till I went to sleep last night or even after looking out the
window at the long needle pines -- it was all very familiar --

But this morning it is new -- little palms under
foot -- much swampy land -- The trees all fresh young green when
not pine -- Some times whole trees in flowers -- it is very
level -- and warm -- I sat out on the back platform till I decided
it was too dirty

It is a dead kind of warmth -- not like the heat
of high places -- It makes me wonder what would have happened
to the negro if he had lived in high hot places.

Well -- I wonder how you are this morning

A kiss to you

We seem to be stopping

Mr. Stieglitz ! Good Morning !

Well -- this is a place !

A very simple - handsome - house - modern --
all white -- built around a court with a lovely light green
swimming pool in the center of it and big palm trees rustling --
sharp against the sky -- making patches of soft sharp shadow on
the grey stone and on the pool -- Through the house -- across
a little lawn and more palm trees - is the ocean -- I've been out
there in my bathing suit picking up shells as long as I dared --

The sun so hot I didn't want to stay too long -

Small palms against this white around under the porch
are just too wonderful -- it is plain white like a clean sheet
of paper and they stand out clean and fresh and sharp.

Anita is perfect with it and
she certainly knows how to use it and enjoy it.

It began getting pretty warm yesterday on the
train -- I hadn't expected it to be so warm -- All the flowers
seemed out of gear to me. Spring and fall flowers blooming
together -- all along the rail road in the fields and woods -

Inside this court where there is no porch there are very
beautiful cactus planted against the white wall --

I had never seen
oranges and grapefruit growing till I saw them from the train
yesterday -- Your letter was here where I arrived. I was very
pleased to have it but you sounded a bit sarcastic about my
going some place again.

Well maybe it's foolish -- but it is really
lovely here -- And I am very pleased to be here -- It was a bit
mean to leave you with the show to hang

but I don't think you

would want me to miss this if you could see it.

You would like it too.

I think I'll just make up my mind that I'm no good and let it go at that -- just accept the fact

Anyway - I kiss you

Good Morning.

Good Morning !

And it is warm -- It comes down on the top of
ones head --

Last night I walked a long way along a path by the
roadside --

all the foliage so rich -- thick -- and the warm darkish
air after the sun had set -- The moonlight is so bright too -- so
white on the white walls here --

There are three boys staying here
-- very nice -- great tall fellows -- Elinor is out a good part of
the time so the boys are left alone or Anita takes them on when she
feels like it -- and like everything -- she does it well --

As you drive around here looking at the
rest of the place this is certainly unique -- so spick and span
-- and plain and elegant --

Today I walked a long way up the beach in the
morning and up the road tonight --

Bobs sister Edith is here --
recovering from a sinus operation -- she and I drove late in the
afternoon -- just poking along looking around -- I went to town with
Anita on some errand. The shops are small with big back doors
opening out on gardens-- It is all certainly a play place. Three
letters from you this morning -- very nice -- you didn't sound
cross with me -- thank you

A good night kiss to you --

Good Morning Mr. Stieglitz !

Easter morning -- cool -- really cool -- The first
morning I've been awake and ready for breakfast befor eight.

Once you accept the fact that it is very beautiful
here -- and see the place in different lights -- yesterday the wind
blew like mad -- it is always lovely -- that seems to be about all.

Yesterday I drove a long way along the beach - south - You
leave the rich district -- more open shore line -- poorer places -
and that is all the difference -- The ocean and sky and what grows
is pretty much the same -- I like the palm trees.

It isn't really heavenly here in the way Bermuda is
-- the color isn't as lovely. This place of Ahitas is perfect --
light open - cool - it is really beautiful -- It interests me too
as I look at it to realize that paintings would look very well
with it

Do not send me any mail after Monday -- I'll start back
Wednesday - arrive Thursday

You are hanging the show this
morning -- and I just being triffling here -- going out into the
sun -- I wanted to telephone you last night but I decided better
not. I wonder how you are

A kiss to you -

I want to get this off with a boy flying this A.M.

Good Morning !

The days go by so fast and I don't seem to do
anything but be here -- I go out on the beach as soon as I've
had breakfast -- alone -- there is no one there -- walk -- pick
up shells -- walk -- Anita comes out -- we lie in the sun -

After
while it is lunch time -- usually two or three boys for lunch
-- out on the porch -

No one pays much attention to any one else
-- swim -- walk -- drive -- when they get ready --

The kids do
very funny things -- Such a different world than ours that they
barely know ours exists -- The kind of people that can afford to
use what the artist creates and they don't even know that he
exists except in a very vague way. These kids never heard of me
and I find it very pleasant --

Eleanore is seldom at home except
to sleep in the morning -- Looks very pretty and sleepy when one
sees her -

Her visiting boy friends don't see any more of her than
I do -- Anita bowles and plays backgammon with them or sends them
golfing or they are left lying around in the sun -- and every
one seems to like it -

I enjoy Anita very much -- She is certainly
full of go -- Seems to have a little more snap and life than
any one -

I will be back late Thursday afternoon - by supper time

A kiss to you --

Good Morning

It is grey and very windy -- Yesterday was cool --
almost cold --

I was out on the beach so long yesterday that I
got burned - so burned that I'm not going out today. Am sitting
in the patio like the kids would be if they were not asleep -
they never go out on the beach -

Anita is packing and has every one on
the place rushing about cleaning and fixing things -- We go tomorrow
afternoon

The nights are funny -- late in the evening three or four
boys get home to bowl with Anita -- She is as good as any of them
at it -- Then if they are not staying here for supper they begin
to try to leave--- They have such difficulty getting away that I
am inclined to think they like it better here than most places --
Night before last it was twelve o'clock -- and finally the girl they
were going out with appeared at the door -- They went on with
their games and when she got up and went off without them they
were perfectly furious

We had a great laugh -

Every evening some
one has a hard time getting away --

The house is lovely all white - but it is all a bit
theatrical - a play place but I guess this is a play spot of the
country -

Boba sister leaves today -

I had your letter about handing the show
this morning -- Thank you - This will be my last one -

You seem always to write that you get too tired

A kiss to you ----

EAST CLEVELAND, O

APRIL 22, 1937

10:25 A.M.

On the train

Good Morning !

I looked at my watch at 8 and wondered what you
were doing -- what you did for breakfast.

When you came back to look after you had once
disappeared I saw you but you didn't see me. I was standing on
the platform - just my head sticking out -- you were sweet

I got right into bed - and when I finally put up
the curtain and looked out the window we were going along the
river very close to the water -- a bridge and very lovely in the
foggy night -- lighting everything -- then it was all grey and
misty --

The night was pretty good - clean and comfortable -- air
conditioned train does make a difference -

This morning is grey and rainy - flat
uninteresting middle west -- So flat and so dull -- I suppose
that if growing food to feed the country was a really exciting
idea to me I might love this --

Something wrong with me along
that line -- the idea of this country doesn't seem to make the
landscape entertain me or interest me --

There was nothing at
all on the north Texas plains -- not even fences -- and still it
was exciting to me --

Funny the way we try to explain ourselves
to ourselves

Do be good to yourself -- a little bit

Remember you are always a bit off in the spring