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WEEK 22, 2021 PUBLIC DOMAIN TAKING YOU THERE The Glory of Albert Bierstadt ‘Among the Sierra Nevada, California’ WAYNE A. BARNES been west of the Mississippi, and hardly west of the Susquehanna. I ave you ever had a added a line to my life’s to-do list. painting show up at Someday, I would walk the path different times in your to that lake and look up at those life when you needed mountains. it most? In 1971, I was in training in the HAt Penn State in 1967, in the audi- FBI before there was an FBI Acad- torium for Professor Jim Lord’s art emy at Quantico, Virginia. Classes history survey class, a large screen were held in the Old Post Office in spanned the width of the stage. He Washington, D.C. Arduous studies would flash up slides from differ- and masses of new information ent artistic eras—some older, then kept 30 fit and healthy trainees more modern pieces. Some of the under the gun. On lunch breaks, abstract art with splotched can- my classmates strolled the nearby vases were forgettable. streets of the nation’s capital, but I One day he put up a painting by had something else in mind. Albert Bierstadt. It remained on the The painting I so wanted to see screen longer than the others, giv- was at the Smithsonian’s Portrait ing 500 students a chance to drink Gallery several blocks away. On our it in. It was the most lifelike and second day of classes, I found my immediately fulfilling piece of art feet beating a path to that building. I had ever seen. After a few more I took the broad marble steps two at moments, Mr. Lord said that it was a time to an alcove, where on the quite massive, so its presentation on right, were the Sierra Nevadas in his big screen did it justice. It made all their glory. me feel something I had not known If you have a painting that cura- was within me. It reached into my tors know is worth more than a few soul and took me there, to the heart moments of your time, they place of the Sierra Nevada mountains in a bench nearby for you to sit and California. ponder. Over several weeks, I nearly carved out a spot there. Taking You There Midway through the last month Some 60 years after Lewis and of training, we received orders for Clark’s expedition reached the Pa- our first office assignments. I was cific Ocean, Albert Bierstadt found gleeful when mine was Los Angeles. himself among those wild western In a month I was there, and for all mountains and he was enthralled. of 1972, fighting crime, working un- He created a scene to capture the dercover as a Black Panther, helping loveliest aspects of nature. He found solve the second airplane hijack- just the right pieces, and with his ing—learning the trade I would ply extraordinary imagination, fit them for nearly three decades. together perfectly. The greatest im- A good friend from my days at Vil- pact is on the fortunate who stand lanova Law coincidentally moved right before it. With his detailed to the same city. In the summer, we brushstrokes, he gave life to every took a week off and drove north— facet of the painting. the destination, his cousins in Seat- The massive canvas could have tle. But we would pass close enough been divided into separate, smaller to the Sierra Nevadas to veer off to paintings, each with its own story. the east. In my brand-new Datsun Yet these images blend together and 240 Z, I felt I was driving to hal- are overpowering: white-capped lowed ground. mountain peaks, descending snow- For most fine landscape artists, fields, swirling clouds, craggy cliffs there is no single place to stand and with cascading waterfalls, mist paint. Rather, they will pick the best moving over a high mountain lake, location they can find, with tower- droplets sprinkling down giving a ing peaks, high waterfalls, lakes, glimmer to its surface, the coolness denizens of the forest in tranquil of the wind winding through the terrain, and synthesize it all into a valley floor, and then a dozen ducks memorable image. and deer posed serenely at the wa- Steering on serpentine roads with ter’s edge, sheltered by centuries- views to valleys and vistas at higher old trees. elevations gave all the perspective The eyes cannot move fast enough, needed for a beating heart to revel or slowly enough, to take in the ma- in. I could imagine Bierstadt stand- jestic slopes and scintillating sky in a ing before a glistening lake compos- single viewing. The lake’s reflection ing his magnum opus. The aromas only enhances the splendor from of the forest, chirping birds, water above. Your head swivels left and lapping at the shoreline, a gentle right. You stand farther back and breeze through the trees—and all of then move up close to where you it melodic, like notes of music. Later, can breathe in the forest air, hear the artist would play them out as he its sounds, and revel in this place, orchestrated his visual symphony declaring the timelessness and the in a studio far away. He captured glory and grandeur of nature. the power of the panorama, the nu- ances of nature, and the wonders of Following the Painting the wilderness. From a working-class neighbor- Detail from “Among the Sierra Nevada, California,” 1868, by Albert Bierstadt. Oil on canvas, 10 feet by 6 feet. hood in Philadelphia, I had never Continued on Page 4 Smithsonian American Art Museum. B22 | ARTS & CULTURE TUESDAY,Week JUNE 22, 1, 2021 TUESDAY,Week 22, 2021JUNE 1, 2021 ARTS & CULTURE |B3 3 ALIcJA GrAcZYk/SHuTTErSTock Poetry Th ose of us who are approaching or who have reached our “three score years and ten” understand this need and urgency to appreciate the beauty around us, “to What People Are Saying ‘With Rue My Heart see the cherry hung with snow.” Is Laden’: The Poetry Poet A.E. Housman lived one of the most of A.E. Housman isolated and in many Pd uS I read The Epoch Times daily. I congratulate you and Jeff Minick ways, saddest of lives. I still like hard papers […] and The Epoch Times for the work I still like to grab that paper in you are doing, especially with hen I left graduate my hand, but I get more printed regard to keeping the menace of school long ago with- An Objection out earning my doc- Th ere is a stark beauty to Housman’s versions of stories than ever the communist threat in front of us. torate, one of my first poems, no wasted words, lines as spare before. You guys have done an DR. SEBASTIAN GORKA thoughts was “Now I’ll as trees in winter. amazing job, and really—I think Military and intelligence analyst and Wbe able to read whatever I want.” But having reread some of his poems, former deputy assistant to the president there’s such a void in media, And I set out to do just that. Through- my inclination is to reject the philoso- out my 20s, in my pre-children days, I phy within them. His bleak take on life especially newspapers. They followed my heart and desire in pur- and even his stoicism now strike me slant so solidly one way that suit of literature. For hours every day, as only half a picture of the human there are very few papers that books were my companions, ranging experience. Th ose deciduous trees I can really feel that I can rely on, from the works of novelists as diverse mentioned above are bare and stark as Dostoevsky, John Gardner, and Ray- in January, but by May their branches and The Epoch Times is one. mond Chandler to William Manches- A.E. Housman’s poem “With rue My Heart Is Laden” expresses the sorrow of lost youth. A sculpture in the Monumental glitter with new foliage. Th e reclusive SEAN HANNITY I rely on The Epoch Times ter’s biographies and Shelby Foote’s cemetery, in Milan, Italy. and emotionally wounded Housman Talk show host newspaper for factual and “The Civil War.” seems to have forgotten, or perhaps unbiased news coverage. Some of these writers took up perma- never experienced, the joy and wonder nent residence in my ramshackle man- When I was one-and-twenty Oh never fear, man, nought’s to dread; of being alive. LARRY ELDER sion of literature. Often I’d return to their A.E. Housman in 1910. I heard him say again, Look not left nor right: If my house of writers were real, at this Best-selling author, attorney, novels, essays, and histories, picking up “Th e heart out of the bosom In all the endless road you tread point I would be tempted to head up to and talk show host “The Great Gatsby” or Ray Bradbury’s last book, “More Poems.” Was never given in vain: Th ere’s nothing but the night. Mr. Housman’s room, knock on his door, short stories and read at random to lis- Housman’s poetry has appealed to ‘Tis paid with sighs aplenty and invite him to join the rest of us at the ten to their prose rhythms like some jazz generations of readers for several rea- And sold for endless rue.” A grim mood here, yes, but also a re- party downstairs, cajoling him with his aficionado replaying his Louis Arm- sons.