The Michigan waters and shorelines are littered with lighthouses. Thankfully, there are a few left along the reefs and coasts of Florida as well. The mystery and wonder that they encapsulate has always intrigued my thoughts. What must have it been like for those hearty keepers who lived such a solitary existence? When their duties were done, how did they pass the time? Did they select such a life because of their temperment or was it a choice of economics? I wonder if I would have been suited for life as a lighthouse keeper...maybe.
“Lighthouses are more helpful than churches.” ~Benjamin Franklin