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I’ve always had an affinity for lighthouses. A natural drawing to their beaconing, I suppose. I love their constancy, their reliability, their spots of guiding gleam in the darkness. I’ve often been fascinated by what life must have been like as a keeper; possibly a wonderful solitude in living on the edges of world or maybe a deep and desperate loneliness at times. Lighthouse preservationist, Richard Moehl, perfectly wrote: "Being a lighthouse keeper was safety and danger and romance and sadness, all at the same time, all in the same place." I’ll never forget my peaceful visit to West Point Lighthouse on the afternoon of my thirtieth birthday.
2021.