By most standards this is a small lighthouse. Only 80 steps separate base to lamp room in this white tower. The fact that it stands on the edge of a 300 foot cliff overlooking Bass Strait might account for its diminutive form.
No longer manned, part of its romance has been lost to innovative engineering. The occasional check-up is all that is required today in order to replace its rarely burnt-out bulbs. Even these are nothing special and can be easily carried in a trouser pocket.
But when looking down from its top through the tower’s centre, I’m reminded of the patterns I see elsewhere in nature. I think it’s appropriate that the inside of a lighthouse can often look like the shells I find littered on the seashore.
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