The storm. The fiancee was out at sea when a storm hit the coast, leaving her helpless, the keeper and lighthouse watching. The striking beam of light in this image makes me think that the lighthouse has hope for the keeper's fiancee.
A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.