There is a strong tendency to look west out of the house, looking across the hayfield the view opens out towards the low hills that begin the Berkshires.  The view to the east is quite different… Here is a second story view during a recent snowstorm.*   If, of course, this was a hundred and fifty years ago, this would also be a spectacular view, but trees grow.  Personally, I rather like it, the trees have a great deal of character and the sense of enclosure helps to balance the western space.  Early morning light filtered through trees has a gentler, more subtle, feel to it, as well; partially, I imagine because we tend to sit and watch sunsets as opposed to sunrises.

*Please excuse the problems with horizonitis…in addition to my usually skewed view, I was dodging a very perturbed cat who thought I ought to be paying attention to him.