And it's a long time coming. I remember discovering Albert Bierstadt at a young age - the age when most landscapes seemed boring. Bierstadt and the Hudson River Valley painters were not boring. They gazed upon the great, wild, raw power of the west and brought it east, replicated in rich oil and rolled canvas, to give civilization a glimpse of what can never be harnessed. I most love the powerful dichotomy of the mountains coexisting with the sweet details in the foreground - if you get close enough, you can see the rabbits and the bugs upon the rushes.
Oh to be Alice and to step through to the other side.