1903 · the headland · arc · later electric
this is the page about the light itself, not the lighthouse: the long pale arm that goes out across the dark water and finds, on its slow ten-second walk, a ferry, a buoy, the spine of a wave, then nothing, then nothing, then the wave again.
no one is on the headland. no one has been for a long time. the colour of the beam is not really a colour: it is the absence of dark, made portable. it has visited every square metre of the sea a thousand times without forming an opinion.
field-note · once every revolution it passes the keeper's old window. the window does not signal back.
lighthouse · harbour · vigil · fog · vespilux