It happens to me often. I’ll be mindlessly driving along in the car when, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I’ll catch just a quick glimpse of what can only be described as heaven. The perfect landscape! Right there, just to my left, a living, breathing, Bierstadt painting. Shafts of golden sun light, blazing brilliantly through parted dark storm clouds, falling upon a lyrically undulating meadow, highlighting the most perfectly shaped oak this side of Great Britain.

Without even a hint of concern for myself or my fellow motorists, I execute the most dangerous U-turn ever attempted... I will often drift off to sleep at night after manufacturing this very sort of perfection in my minds eye. Now I am about to come face to face with my dream of the ideal and my heart pounds with excitement. After what seems like hours I finally arrive at the source of my vision, bolt from the car, and…

What confronts me? The clouds have moved to obscure the sun. There is no light. The undulating meadow is, in fact, a nearly completed, brand spanking new Walmart. And, my mighty oak? A water tower. I am again a victim of what I refer to as “The Tease”. “The Tease” is the prospect in my minds eye of the perfect landscape. It is the burden borne by every landscape painter that somewhere, just around every corner, lays the perfect landscape, innocently waiting to be painted by me and only me.

So, once again, I was driving home late last Friday afternoon when out of nowhere “The Tease” gripped me once again. Just for the briefest of moments I glimpsed Saint John’s Church in Cold Spring Harbor through parted trees. The low sun made the whites of the church and steeple glow and shimmer in the reflecting pool. Perfection!

But, I would not be fooled again. I would not be tempted. This time I would not give in to “The Tease”. And for that decision I paid a terrible price. You see, if one does not obey “The Tease”, one suffers from terrible spasms of doubt. I could not sleep that night for thoughts of “maybe that was the one”. I painted at Center Island Beach on Saturday morning but my mind was in Cold Spring Harbor. I checked my watch all day long at half hour intervals until finally, at 3:30 in the afternoon I set off to be disappointed again.

I arrived at Saint John’s at 4PM, the precise time I passed by the day before. I got out of the truck, grabbed my gear and hiked the short distance to where “The Tease” gripped me yesterday. I clamored down a wet embankment, regained my footing and, almost cautiously, raised my eyes to survey what lay before me. And there it was.

Not the Bierstadt image of my dreams but the best I could hope for on this day. A lovely white church and steeple, illuminated by a low sun, casting it’s reflections on the foreground pool. On this day I was able to make an uneasy peace with “The Tease”.

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