Yesterday David and I drove the three hours from Queens to the end of Long Island where we enjoyed a walk around the Montauk Point Lighthouse. The drive was more than 200 miles round trip and a mostly beautiful with ocean pines lining much of the highways, the clear blue sky lit with cold February sun. The lighthouse is encircled with rocks built up around its base, designed to help prevent – or at least slow down – inevitable erosion. More than 200 feet have been lost since it was built in the late 1700’s, a remarkably small amount considering the relentless pull of the Atlantic on Long Island’s furthermost point.
The late afternoon sun was direct and cast sharp shadows that continued to evolve as we picked our way across the huge stones making up the perimeter.
Many of the stones looked like granite, and while beautiful dry I imagine they are stunningly colored when wet.
A cement structure looked to have fallen into the water years ago.
On the backside of the lighthouse, where much of the sun was completely blocked, we saw a surfer in the distance.
And I got caught up with a seagull perched on a rock, surveying the point where the Atlantic first meets the island that we both call home.
He flew down, alighting a rock where the tide pools. Another joined him and they jockeyed for perches.
The other side of the beach where we began our walk around the lighthouse.