6cL6VYVSLRSAXEDKCL3rshn7JIzaELSFtdTro8Q9jBE
Show Navigation

Keeper of the Light (Cape Elizabeth, Maine)

Keeper of the Light
Cape Elizabeth, Maine
The light we want never lasts. It only gets brighter, or falls off into dusk and darkness. You take your opportunities with the special atmospheres on the edges, when weather permits, near sunrise and sunset. The last of it flashed on the high points as it withdrew, on the granite of my vantage point, and on the light and keeper’s house across the cove. Man made a beam to search the sea, but right now, the object of my lens was caught in a more celestial search, soft and subtle on its ramparts. When it is done, and the gloom begins to gather, the search will start again. Maybe I will see her tonight. The light connects us, attracting one to the other across a gulf that is perhaps too deep. If others see it, I don’t care; you see, it really only burns for her. She rides the sea, using my light, but never really seeing me. The age old story it seems...giving, and asking nothing in return. Only an offer of safe passage to the next harbor.

Add to Lightbox Download
Filename
Keeper of the Light.jpg
Copyright
Ray Palmer
Image Size
2036x1466 / 2.8MB
Contained in galleries
East/Northeast
Keeper of the Light<br /> Cape Elizabeth, Maine<br /> The light we want never lasts. It only gets brighter, or falls off into dusk and darkness. You take your opportunities with the special atmospheres on the edges, when weather permits, near sunrise and sunset. The last of it flashed on the high points as it withdrew, on the granite of my vantage point, and on the light and keeper’s house across the cove. Man made a beam to search the sea, but right now, the object of my lens was caught in a more celestial search, soft and subtle on its ramparts. When it is done, and the gloom begins to gather, the search will start again. Maybe I will see her tonight. The light connects us, attracting one to the other across a gulf that is perhaps too deep. If others see it, I don’t care; you see, it really only burns for her. She rides the sea, using my light, but never really seeing me. The age old story it seems...giving, and asking nothing in return. Only an offer of safe passage to the next harbor.
Info