I'm literally writing a lighthouse scene as you're reading this. Okay, I'm writing this, but this morning, I was writing that. For me, lighthouses in New England weren't just a great photo, but all-essential to getting this scene right.
and this one
and this one 
but couldn't go inside any of them. Was there some sort of secret handshake to access? Did I have to calibrate my visit to the precise twenty minutes of the month when a caretaker returned to make sure it hadn't collapsed into the Atlantic? Was my only lighthouse thrill this trip to be the mysterious stranger captured in this ill-angled photograph?
Zoom if you must, ladies, but he was a refugee from a nearby tour bus. Where are the semi-naked lighthouse keepers?
By the way, feather girl here would have had to be in a coma to have endured the icy spray of the Atlantic and felt nothing but the lightkeeper's rapture. My toes could barely stand it.
Great pics. Did you see this link, btw: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2010/10/28/2010-10-28_time_traveler_caught_on_film_in_1928_filmmaker_claims_find_in_charlie_chaplins_t.html
Time traveler
@Charles-I had SO many people email me about this this morning. Does that mean my name is now synonymous with time travel? Squee! Thanks so much for the link!!