It has come to this, — that the lover of art is one, and the lover of
nature another, though true art is but the expression of our love of
nature.
It is monstrous when one cares but little about trees but much about Corinthian columns, and yet this is exceedingly common.
October 8, 1855
Methinks the reflections are never purer and more distinct than now at
the season of the fall of the leaf, just before the cool twilight has
come, when the air has a finer grain.
Just as our mental reflections are more distinct at this season of the
year, when the evenings grow cool and lengthen and our winter evenings
with their brighter fires may be said to begin. And painted ducks, too,
often come and sail or float amid the painted leaves.
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