5.+CREATING+A+RELATIONSHIP+WITH+NATURE+IMAGES+BIERSTADT

=**CREATING A RELATIONSHIP WITH NATURE - IMAGES**=

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=//LANDER'S PEAK// - Albert Bierstadt= ** The Rocky Mountains: Lander’s Peak, 1863 **
 * Oil on Canvas **
 * Collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC



** =** LANDER'S PEAK - Albert Bierstadt (some details are clearer in this view) **=

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=**IN THE MOUNTAINS - Albert Bierstadt**=



=**AMONG THE SIERRA MADRE MOUNTAINS - Albert Bierstadt**=



=**THE DOMES OF THE YOSEMITE - Albert Bierstadt**=

=__**Matching the Visual Art with the Written Word:**__=

=**For a Word doc of these quotes: **=

In the woods we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life— no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground—my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space—all mean egotism vanishes. I became a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the current of the universal Being circulate through me; I am the part or particle of God.
 * // Impressions of the American Landscape //**
 * // by //**
 * // 19th-century American Artists and Writers //**
 * Ralph Waldo Emerson**, //Nature//, 1836.

Thou who would'st see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops The beauty and the majesty of earth Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way.
 * William Cullen Bryant**, //Monument// //Mountain//, 1824

The Hudson lies below, a mirror'd heaven; Stainless, save where the joyous hills are given With grassy slope, dark rock, and breezy wood In purple beauty to the wooing flood— Yon sails unruffled now, by torturing storms, Like swans enamored of their own bright forms; Or spirits that have left the sky to gaze Upon the earth's clear mirror, in amaze— Supported on unclosing wings they float As wind-borne music's softest, sweetest note.
 * Thomas Cole**, //Lines Written after a Walk on a Beautiful Morning in November//, 1833

It is a soothing employment, on one of those fine days in the fall when all the warmth of the sun is fully appreciated, to sit on a stump on such a height as this, overlooking the pond, and study the dimpling circles which are incessantly inscribed on its otherwise invisible surface amid the reflected skies and trees. Over this great expanse there is no disturbance but it is thus at once gently smoothed away and assuaged, as, when a vase of water is jarred, the trembling circles seek the shore and all is smooth again.
 * Henry David Thoreau**, //The Ponds//, in //Walden//, 1854

Form is the first subject to engage your attention. Take pencil and paper, not the palette and brushes, and draw with scrupulous fidelity the outline or contour of such objects as you shall select, and, so far as your judgment goes, choose the most beautiful or characteristic of its kind. If your subject be a tree, observe particularly wherein it differs from those of other species; in the first place, the termination of its foliage, best seen when relieved on the sky, whether pointed or rounded, drooping or springing upward, and so forth; next mark the character of its trunk and branches, the manner in which the latter shoot off from the parent stem, their direction, curves, and angles.
 * Asher B. Durand, **// Letters on Landscape Painting, // published in //The Crayon//, 1855

Friday, October 6th (1843). Yesterday afternoon...I took a solitary walk to Walden Pond. It was a cool, northwest windy day, with heavy clouds rolling and tumbling about the sky, but still a prevalence of genial autumn sunshine. The fields are still green, and the great masses of the woods have not yet assumed their many-colored garments; but here and there, are solitary oaks of a deep, substantial red, or maples of a more brilliant hue, or chestnuts, either yellow or of a tendered green than in summer.
 * Nathaniel Hawthorne**, //Walden Pond//, in //The American Notebooks//, 1843

...The mountains are very fine; as seen from the plains, they resemble very much the Bernese Alps, one of the finest ranges of mountains in Europe, if not the world. They are of granite formation, the same as the Swiss mountains and their jagged summits, covered with snow and mingling with the clouds, present a scene which every lover of landscape would gaze upon with unqualified delight....And such charming grouping of rocks, so fine in color—more so than any I ever saw. The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky; The fields are still, the woods are dumb, in glassy sleep the waters lie. And mark you soft white clouds that rest Above our vale, a moveless throng; The cattle on the mountain’s breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long.
 * Albert Bierstadt**, //Letter from the Rocky Mountains//, published in //The Crayon//, 1861
 * William Cullen Bryant**, //A Summer Ramble//

How oft in visions of the night, How oft in noonday dreaming, I’ve seen, fair lake, thy forest wave— Have seen thy waters gleaming; Have heard the blowing of the winds That sweep along the highlands, And the light laughter of the waves That dance around the islands.
 * George S. Hillard**, //Lake George//

It is a sublime cathedral of nature, whose stillness awes the soul, and whose voice, supplied by the storm, lifts a tremendous anthem to the god whose wonderful power was employed in its creation.
 * Alfred B. Street**, //The Adirondack Mountains//

Here are locked up mighty forests that have never been invaded by the ax; deep umbrageous valleys where the virgin soil has never been outraged by the plough; bright streams flowing in untasked idleness, unburdened by commerce, unchecked by the mill-dam. This mountainous zone is in fact the great poetical region of our country; resisting, like the tribes which once inhabited it, the taming hand of cultivation; and maintaining a hallowed ground for fancy and the muses.
 * Washington** **Irving**, //The Catskill Mountains//

A tree seen against other trees is a mere dark mass, but against the sky it has parts, has symmetry and expression.... The thousand fine points and tops of the trees delight me; they are the plumes and standards and bayonets of a host that march to victory over the earth The trees are handsome towards the heavens; they are good for other things than boards and shingles. January 26, 1852
 * Henry David Thoreau**, //Trees against the Sky//,