So strong were Tryon's sympathies with and allegiance to his home ground, the pastures near the town of Padanaram, Massachusetts, where the artist had his cottage, that he rarely explored other locations or showed much interest in painting landscapes farther away. Tryon said of his inspiration:
"One may travel long and never find the same or as fine country as New England. And, that is right; to the properly balanced mind the charm of one's native soil speaks a deeper language than any other."
Tryon said of his own work that he as never as much interest in time or place as in communicating the "mood or special phase of nature." He elaborated:
"Mystery, infinity. A painter who feels these truths in nature is humble. He frankly acknowledges there is something that cannot be painted. But, this draws him on and the highest and most lasting things are these suggestions. In the striving for the spiritual, the higher, the whole, so insensibly but surely parts come to belong to the whole."
For Tryon, as for Inness and others, the spirit of the seasons, the fugitive moment, the concentrated essence of the transition from one state to another became the visual impetus to creation. In this sense, Tryon and this contemporaries harnessed the metamorphic energies of Ovid: change and changelessness was the true subject of their landscape poetry.