Having lived in New England for most of my life, I’ve developed an affinity for lighthouses. Whether it’s the Portland Head Light in Maine, the Boston Harbor lighthouses, the five lighthouses on Martha’s Vineyard: (East Chop, West Chop, Gay Head, Edgartown, and Cape Poge), or the hundreds of others that dot the eastern seaboard . . . it matters not.
For, even at the tender age of 62 — though still young at heart — I find these timeless structures not only fascinating, but also fraught with stories that are limited only by one’s imagination. If lighthouses could talk, can you imagine what they might reveal?
What is it about a lighthouse that beckons us to it?
A rhetorical question, you say? Perhaps. But, is it not possible that the attraction lies in not knowing?
I happened upon an interesting article about lighthouses and lighthouse keepers . . . check it out.