Description

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The scene is the old church on Main Street in historic Cold Spring Harbor village New York - on Long Island. This is the Old Methodist Church, built in 1842. Built long ago, during whaling times.

I remember back then taking Dad out to create this work. We would often drive around Long Island to discover places for him to paint and draw.

In 1995, Dad was 73 years old. He would no longer go out by himself to paint, as he had done for so many years. So on weekends, I would pick him up early for a drive out east. I loved to drive, and he was the perfect passenger because as we drove, he would share his wisdom about life and beauty. Sometimes when you're locked in a car with somebody, you can have the best, most honest discussions.

On this summer morning, we found this place in Cold Spring Harbor. Dad stood across the street from the church, in front and to the side of the post office - I was parking in the adjacent lot. I watched as my father connected to the beauty of the moment. I had seen this happen many times before, so it was not new, but it was always a thing of heavenly magic.

Dad was now an aging artist, he still had many good years ahead of him, and here he was, paying respects to, and connecting with, The Old Church. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes