Making Things Better..

Well friends, the last few days I have spent some time updating this blog hoping to make it more "user friendly". I have added a list of locations so that if you are interested in lighthouses in a certain area you can just click on the appropriate link and it will display all those that I have photographed in that particular region. I have gone back to some of my earlier posts and made the pictures bigger and in some cases added additional pictures. I have also added in recent weeks a list of links to some of my favorite lighthouse sites. In the next month I hope to add a few more lighhouses from B.C. and also from New Brunswick. I enjoy sharing my hobby and welcome your comments and suggestions. Here is a poem I hope you enjoy...

The Lighthouse

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,

and on its outer point, some miles away,

the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,

A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

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Even at this distance I can see the tides,

Upheaving, break unheard along its base,

A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides

in the white tip and tremor of the face.

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And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright.

through the deep purple of the twilight air.

Beams forth the suggen radiance of its light,

with strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!

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No one alone: from each projecting cape

And perilous reef along the ocean’s verge,

Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,

Holding its lantern o’er the restless surge.

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Like the great giant Christopher it stands

Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,

Wading far out among the rocks and sands,

The night o’er taken mariner to save.

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And the great ships sail outward and return

Bending and bowing o’er the billowy swells,

And ever joyful, as they see it burn

They wave their silent welcome and farewells.

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They come forth from the darkness, and their sails

Gleam for a moment only in the blaze,

And eager faces, as the light unveils

Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.

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The mariner remembers when a child,

on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink

And when returning from adventures wild,

He saw it rise again o’er ocean’s brink.

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Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,

Year after year, through all the silent night

Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,

Shines on that inextinguishable light!

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It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp

The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace:

It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,

and hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.

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The startled waves leap over it; the storm

Smites it with all the scourges of the rain,

And steadily against its solid form

press the great shoulders of the hurricane.

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The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din

of wings and winds and solitary cries,

Blinded and maddened by the light within,

Dashes himself against the glare, and dies.

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A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,

Still grasping in his hand the fire of love,

it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,

but hails the mariner with words of love.

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“Sail on!” it says: “sail on, ye stately ships!”

And with your floating bridge the ocean span;

Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse.

Be yours to bring man nearer unto man.

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