I wanted to get the lighthouse at its best.  I stood at different angles, at different times of day. I watched for blue skies and grey.  I toyed with including the building under it, or framing the snap just above its roof line.  I did not expect any technical virtue to a shot with my Android, but I longed to show the folks back home why I am drawn particularly to Pigeon Point Lighthouse.

Listening to the soft song of the sea and the stillness of the empty lane late on my last evening, I got exactly what I wanted.  What I see:  The timelessness of this place, which waits for my return, month after month.  It’s always there, always offering me a comfortable bed, a sidewalk above the shoreline where I can stroll, a bench where I can sit and watch the plumes of the whales rise from the water.

The Pacific Ocean never fails those who come to it for comfort.  The lighthouse stands watch.  It calls me home.

It’s the sixteenth day of the thirty-third month of My Year Without Complaining.  In Brookside, in my bungalow, I’m striving to close the book on a tragedy not of my authorship, and write a few paragraphs of prose by which I can live.  From my desk to yours, I send wishes to you each for the same chance.  Life continues.

Click on the picture to see the barest suggestion of the lighthouse against the dark sky.

DEDICATED TO MICHAEL.  ROCK ON, DUDE. SEE YOU IN MARCH.

BENEFIT REMINDER

I want to take one or two more seconds to remind my local friends of tomorrow night’s BENEFIT for SAFEHOME and Rose Brooks Center.  Here’s the LINK to the event website. I hope to see you all at Suite 100 tomorrow.  If you can’t attend but wish to donate, you may mail a check payable to one of the agencies in care of me at 4010 Washington, Suite 100, KC MO 64111.  Thank you.