Landscapes to dream of
Imagine if you will, a landscape nearly pristine and untouched by the hand of man. Great forests stretching unbroken and uncleared for hundreds of miles. Rivers flowing free and undammed. Vistas open to the sky and free of manmade clutter. A balance in nature between the animals, birds, and human inhabitants. Such were the sights that greeted the early colonists to this New World of America in the 16th and 17th centuries. It is difficult for me to even imagine what those great virgin forests must have looked like, how they must have seemed so majestic and fearsome to Europeans used to the tame and domesticated soil of their continent.
Such scenes of nature, resplendent and awesome, were disappearing by the 19th century, but not before they had inspired a special school of artists — focusing on upstate New York and the Hudson River Valley, and the American West, just being opened up and explored — to convey on canvas those sublime vistas and landscapes. This Hudson River Schoool of artists have long inspired me in my love of landscape art. I can trace it back to undergraduate days when I took art history courses and came to respect and admire so much the great English master, John Constable, with his idealized scenes of the English countryside, replete with horsedrawn carts, gristmills, huge oak trees and, always, his mastery of the conditions of sky and light. Who cannot appreciate his portrayals of billowy white cloud formations and his obvious love of the summer day in all its optimistic glory? I went on to learn about and appreciate the French painters Courbet and Corot, and the impressionists whose magnificent portrayals of changing light conditions were an unceasing wonder.
But the paintings I love above all are these American Hudson River School works by such artists as Frederic Edwin Church, Albert Bierstadt, Thomas Moran, George Innis, John Frederick Kensett, Thomas Cole and Asher Brown. It was not just the grandeur and epic nature of many of the landscapes, but the intensity of feeling conveyed in these huge canvases. Each was a tableaux of nature at its most wondrous and pure as conveived by the artists. Those truly Romantic-era painters looked to nature as a refuge and delight for the senses, and they waited for and captured the fantastically delicate and subtle changes to be seen in the sunrises and sunsets that so captured their imaginations and sensibilities. With exquisite attention to detail, those artists could so perfectly realize the skies they painted that we can only stand in awe of their accomplishments. When I look at those paintings, I can only wonder how it was possible for mere paint to work that magic. It was indeed a spiritual quest for many of the painters, and their connection with the divine source of creation was through the creation of art.
The artists Thomas Moran and Albert Bierstadt took as their subject matter the grand vistas of the American West and captured not only the limitless skies of those great open spaces, but the changing dynamics of color and light on the rock formations they encountered. Bierstadt’s “Emigrants Crossing the Plains” and “Sunset in the Yosemite Valley” are glowing masterpieces of light and dark, with a luminous center toward which the gaze is drawn. The symbolism is stark and apparent. The pioneers in “Emigrants Crossing the Plains” are entering a new world; they are making the long trek West in pursuit of the dream of a new life. “On the Cache La Poudre River, Colorado” by Worthington Whittredge shows a riparian scene of great cottonwoods along a desert river, creating a pastoral oasis in a harsh land. These paintings, when exhibited, were also the first glimpses many people had of those fantastic new worlds far away to the West. They were eloquent testimony to nature’s grandeur, but often hid the more forbidding aspects of this same Nature.
A huge exhibit of paintings, including many by Hudson River School artists, was held in Washington, D.C. in 1980. It was called, “American Light: The Luminist Movement, 1850-1875.” This exhibit was a feast for the senses. I have never forgotten it. How appropriate the name “luminist” is to describe these artists. As I look at the pages of the catalog which I have in front of me now, I am filled with wonderful associations of that exhibit and how I was struck by the sheer scope of these painters’s ambitions. How devoted they were to Nature and the outdoors in all its manifestations. A good example is the sunset John Frederick Kensett painted, “Sunset, Camel’s Hump, Vermont” in 1851. You see a quiet and calm landscape, just before the sun has departed. It is that stage of a sunset where the finest and most intense colors are visible, and which you want to see linger on and on and not disappear. But disappear it does, into the night.
You can perhaps see now why I so enjoy photographing skies and landscapes, whether at Folly Beach or in Wyoming. With the camera I can capture some of this gloriously fleeting and constantly changing world of color and light. My interest in this goes back a long way to the enjoyment and delight I experienced looking at the works of the landcape painters of the 19th century, and it continues with appreciation of the superb landscape photographers who are working today. (See, for example, “Outdoor Photographer” magazine).
(Written Dec. 31, 1998)
Some of my favorite Hudson River School paintings:
Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Selected Hudson River School paintings
I love all the pictures…they are wonderful, and like you say, the way how light and sky are painted amazes me. Magnificent!!!You know I was looking earlier when I read this in OD but now I returned to the Church-site! So, here is another reason why I need more hours in my day!Thank you Oswego. Take care!
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Such wonderous paintings.
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Love The Oregon Trail. The colors of the sky remind me of a picture I took of a sunset here at work one evening.
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RYN: Ditto. I usually do between 20-30 drafts. Maybe another ten if I keep the poem around for a year or more. This one, though, just didn’t seem right, until after I’d gone through an entire notepad. Funny thing is, once I type it, I’ll probably go through another 2-3 drafts. Eventually, though, you must stop. Just a matter of knowing when.
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RYN: Of course, look at people like C.K. Williams. He once went through more than 1100 drafts of a single poem. In a year’s time. Crazy. But he’s good. All that work pays off.
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I have been lost here for the last half hour just going through these wonderful web sites, Oswego! Your wonderful words and love of art and photography grants us blessings endlessly. Thank you! RYN: It seems we share a common bond of many of Nature’s wonders, my friend. The winter sea is so much more real to me than the summer sea; I hope to get out farther in a boat to see more.
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I especially liked the paintings of Berstadt, Church, and Cole. Thanks for posting this entry, Oswego. I would love to see your photos of Folly Beach sometime.
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Sometimes we meet that person who connects us to a part of us that feels most alive. That part that makes our heart beat faster, that makes us see the unfamiliar as home. You, my dear friend, do that~
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Through your descriptive & soulful writings about the world around you, you allow us to embrace it as our own. You awaken that which speaks to our inner soul. You introduce us to new discoveries seen through your eyes. Often I will browse through photography books in a favorite bookstore. Your links are mesmerizing. Thank You dear Oswego for heightening our senses~With a *smile* always~
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Hope you don’t mind me leaving a note here~ For some reason, I couldn’t post one at your mirrored site on OD. THANKS for accepting OD noters~ *smile*
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Albert Bierstadt is probably my favorite artist from the Hudson school. I use several of his paintings as windows wallpaper. I would love to view the original forests of the east, and especially also view the vast stretches of the original prairie as it was before the influence of mankind. BTW, our midwest ice storm was really severe.
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I always found myself much more intrigued by the early photographs of landscapes and city scenes and portraits. Something about the beauty of a well contrasted and exposed pictured in black and white, or the epressions of people holding pose for a minute or so for the camera, or of people from a time I’ll never see going about their day. Painting of such never interested me. Abstract paintings do
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but I feel that is because I’ve grown up so immersed in pictures (tv, the internet, etc) that a realistic painting, while technical impressive, artistically bores me. stylized or idealized is interesting, but abstract is fascinating, trying to decode the mind of the painter, the message intended, etc.
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Thanks for you notes, btw. I know, I’m a baaaaaad friend.
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ryn: actually, the moral of the story was not to blame the workers that got caught up in the craze and let the ones who actually orchastrated the whole mess go without notice.
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yes, they are lovely… thanks for the links Oswego. I feel like i am getting my masters in fine arts today… in art and poetry so far. Maybe i should get back to work LOL.
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Hi, there. 🙂 Lovely entry, as usual. I don’t recall you ever posting some of your photography, Oswego. Will we see some? Thank you stopping by!
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my friend, you’re reminding me of myself with your increasingly frequent lapses from OD. I congradulate you on resisting the urge 🙂
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