Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Barnegat Lighthouse, Long Beach Island, New Jersey

I'm on a picture frenzy right now (it's also about all I can do anymore). This was an attractive and unspoiled looking place. Of course hardly anyone was there in late April, though by New England standards it was definitely outdoor weather, if not beach weather. This is the northern end of the island. At the southern end the view is of the ominous-looking high rises of Atlantic City. Once you got past the suburbs of Philadelphia the drive over was completely sylvan and uncrowded as well. Though New Jersey is famously the state with the highest population density, no one seems to live in much of the center of it.

1. We must get our bearings at the monument. This place hasn't been a fully operating lighthouse for a long time, maybe the 1940s or so. The sea around it looks extremely dangerous even to someone like me who knows almost nothing about navigation, all kinds of shoals and shallow coves, extremely windy. 2. The Crew Climbing the Lighthouse Steps, in Shadow.

3. The Crew Again, With Flash. Look at the health on display after a turn in that brisk salt air. The effect on me is for some reason not so salubrious, and tends to bring out my old acne pits in ever sharper and harsher relief. In another twenty years I fear I'm going to look like an extra in a Hawthorne or Melville novel, and that's probably a best case scenario.

4. High Up, Buffeted by the Wind.

5. Too Heartwarming to be True.

6. Water in Abundance. Nature loves gigantism and excess.

7. This One Has the Most Hair, and Thus Gives the Best Idea of the Strength of the Wind.

8. Tackling the Rock Wall With Lighthouse Now in Distance. More expression of health and general fitness so as to be entrusted someday with the carrying on and out of civilization.

9. Apart from the Child's Clothing, There May Not be an Abomination of Modern Human Manufacture in Sight. The world as it is meant to be regarded and experienced.

10. I am Caught on the Rocks.

11. Here are Some People to be Reckoned With.

I can't think of a durn thing to write here (that isn't demented and absurd--this is why I have to try to write another novel or story--you can be absurd in them, and it not unfrequently improves the story).

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