I fell in love with the Nottawasaga Light House when we lived in the Georgian Bay area, Ontario. I would sit on the facing shore and just look at him – so much history, yet in such a serious state of disrepair…and I don’t think anyone is coming to save him. As an homage, I painted him and wrote a poem about him.
The light is out. A job well done.
Years of service. A valiant run.
No medals, no ceremony. Quiet, alone.
Back to the earth. Every stick, every stone.
The Light Is Out – Acrylic on Canvas: prints of this painting available here.