That divided background is even more striking in this small, intense painting, approximately 3 feet square. The young master of the foxhunt on the left is all youthful vigor, echoed by the alert foxhound, head and tail raised in eager anticipation, and the flourishing tree like a big protective parasol over his gorgeous horse. His father, though, is passing through an entirely different landscape. Cover the left-hand side of the painting, and the aging father, slightly slumped on his bay horse, could be traversing the sands of Egypt, and contemplating the pyramids and the ineluctable passage of time. But the "fearful symmetry" of this clueless son and melancholy father seems psychological as well, like Blake's distinction between innocence and experience in poems like "The Tyger": "Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?"