I went to Gloucester, Mass., on the enthusiastic recommendation of John Sloan. That was the place I had been looking for. It had the brilliant light of Provincetown, but with the important additions of topographical severity and the architectural beauties of the Gloucester schooner … I went to Gloucester every year, with few exceptions, until 1934, and often stayed late into the fall. I wandered over the rocks, moors, and docks, with a sketching easel, large canvases, and a pack on my back, looking for things to paint.
So much having been written about Yosemite that I venture but one remark: having seen most of the sites that attract travelers in Asia, and Europe, it stands unparalleled as a rapturous vision of beauty and splendor. The view from Inspiration Point–as suddenly turning from the wooded road that brings you down the mountain you have before you the whole of Yosemite Valley, every feature of its daring and mighty scenery blended as it were into a picture sweeping beneath you as you look down from your giddy height–it the most beautiful that I have seen in the world.