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May 13, 1940

This morning a heavy rain storm swept the island and flooded the lowlands. The torrents pouring, the strong Kona wind. and again the elements gave reservation to the savage North Pacific drama of Kauai. 
Yesterday would have been sufficient in [[strikethrough]] proof of [[/strikethrough]] dispelling the false sentimentality of tropic calm.
Through red roads in cane fields, a road by Anahola led me to the coast where I saw again the red hills, black rocks - and, mauka, the rain laden clouds & mists to over Makaleha.
Yesterday morning I completed an oil & which is satisfactory to me in everyway. H [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] is well-realized to picture of Northeast Kauai in the North Pacific, a farewell to the coast I have known so well these past 2 years. It tells of an island of volcanic origin rising in the mist of a vast sea. Last year I [[strikethrough]] received of [[/strikethrough]] was motivated by the same feeling, but tried to paint in a more abstract manner (an islander's world) & didn't quite succeed. I was too enthusiastic then, too hasty, too eager.