A pleasing landscape, I think to myself as we zip past the symetrical rows of trees coming up perpendicularly from the ground in a straight line across the horizon. Linear perfection in nature. Very pleasing on the eyes.
I don't like my beauty to please me, though. I like it to disturb me and make me catch my breath.
Rugged. I like the beauty and ruggedness of it all to shock me and whirl my soul around, giving me whiplash inside.