It stands sentinel, a guard against loss–of direction, of life. It stands, a beacon, towards the safety of shore, away from storms. It stands, representative of an evening spent walking along striations upon glacial carved stone… representative of my efforts spent and enjoyment photographing the structure and moment for posterity.
One day, nature and time will have their way. What will this coastline look like in a hundred years? A thousand? Man might move this lighthouse away, further inland perhaps, as other structures have done… or artists and photographers will have the last of its image.
*In response to this week’s Discover Challenge.*