This is ranch country, as well as mountains and forests. Therefore it is useful for grazing cattle. That leads to food, a practical and unromantic thing. The land isn't just here to gush over as scenery, although in fact, I love it as scenery.
It has never interested me much to try to 'solve' the conundrum of classical versus romantic. A reductionist approach to life seems unappealing. To hell with looking for magic recipes that explain everything.
All that interests me is to watch this dualism operate on different things, and to see how the balance changes over the years. Indeed, I do become more classical every year, but that doesn't mean that the classical approach to life is some sort of philosophical monad.
A scissors with two countervailing and reciprocating blades cuts paper better than a knife.
In the mean time, chalk one up for the importance of visual representations of abstractions that would otherwise seem like uninteresting homework. In fact a local artist has painted some spots around here where I may have paused the mountain bike, just to admire.