Inness painted this in 1893, the year before he died. The trees blur, the horizon melts, the light seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Everything is soft, except one tiny bird in a ray of light that tells you where to look. Inness was American, deeply religious, and convinced that a landscape should carry a feeling, not a map. So he stopped counting leaves and started painting the mood of a place. The title does the rest. It's not "a heron in a swamp". It's the heron's home. You're just visiting.
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