Category: The Beacon

The Beacon..part 2

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This is second render of the lighthouse.  For this version I used the same lighthouse base image.  I added rain drops from the windshield of my truck.   I also wanted a brighter feeling to this one as if the storm was almost gone.  

The younger person draws the blanket around himself like a robe. His hands are heavily calloused from the time spent at sea.  His jet black hair hung coarse strands from being wet. The fire reflected in his dark eyes as he gazes at the flames.  The shock of his experience weighs on his very soul.  The old caretaker sets a thick earthenware mug of hot coffee on the table and slides it to him.  There’s no need for words. They only understand a few words of each other’s languages anyway.  They are brothers of the sea.  As they communicate with the few words and gestures the dawn breaks and the storm retreats.   The new day brings peace and with it new future.  

The story above is an excerpt from one of the many stories that I have in progress.   Inspection seems to come in spurts.  I will add more to the story as  time and inspiration allow.  

The Beacon  

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Today I wanted to take a break from the black and white photos.  This image is a composit of a lighthouse I photographed several years ago.  It was my first excursion into photography with lens larger than 35 mm.  I created the background and storm clouds by manipulating other photos in my archive.  

I wanted to give you feeling of the powerful light driving back the darkness.  Everyone at some point feels lost in the storm.  We need a beacon of hope to bring us into shore.  I can see the inside of the little cabin at the base of the lighthouse in my mind’s eye.  A kindly old caretaker stokes a warm fire and offers a blanket to a young refugee who barely made it to shore. The younger person is soaked to the bone from the winter storm.  As they sit together and enjoy a hardy meal the Atlantic Ocean rages outside.  Waves crash against the stoney shore in vain as if Neptune himself was frustrated with the young person’s escape from the darkness.  They are safe and secure within the refuge of the lighthouse.