He's alone, making his journey to do as he pleases in the early morning. This isn't your stereotypical apocalypse painting, with fire and brimstone and all that. But it struck me, the lonely figure venturing out into the wilderness.

The figure practically fades into the lush wilderness around him. Under him seems a jungle, above him sparks images of a big, green swamp. He knows exactly what he's doing, where he's going, and how to do it when he gets there. That's something I envy with every ounce of my body. 

Rousseau's color palette is warm, the light of this early morning just peeking through the dense trees. The green is so deep and so complex that it, by itself, gives off the lushness I think Rousseau was aiming for. Honestly, the figure is the subject of the painting, but Rousseau doesn't take huge efforts to accentuate him. He allows him to just be a part of his environment, therefore allowing the viewer to make their own journey through the piece. Kind of funny how much I like this piece, but when I think about it, it all makes sense. He knows what he needs to do and immerses himself in it.