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You know that big picture I painted of "Storm King". It is going to San Francisco to be put in the Art Museum out there. I sold it to them last week and feel quite happy about it. You know it is the aim of all artists to get their pictures in Museums because so many people see their work in that way and therefore it does them the most good. I think perhaps it is one of the best things I have done. I started another large one of Break Neck Mountain and I only hope it turns out as well.

Yesterday I was interrupted right here as I had to go down town with mother and father. We stopped in at the Marvins to say good bye to your Uncle Jim and Aunt Tammy. They (the Marvins) have a very pleasant house and it is furnished in very good taste. 

east again they feel[strikethrough]] ed [[/strikethrough]] cramped by their surroundings and shut in. They miss the great expanses of country and the deep blue sky above. Always remember the verse of Tennyson that goes - "For bright and fierce and fickle is the South and dark and true and tender is the North."

In New York one day seems like another and I am down to a routine way of living. Of course thats what one must do to accomplish anything; but its hard. My heart is aching for you and the country and the freer life and open air. You know it is almost impossible to get a full deep breath in the city where the atmosphere is laden with dust particles and smoke and the air is denser being nearer the seas.