Where History and Promise Thrive
After changing out a lamp inside Owls Head Light’s fourth order Fresnel lens this morning, I took a step back from the shimmering gem to consider the layers of time in which I occupied.
At first glance, the scene was commonplace and the undertaking, customary. However, while immersed in the measured stillness, something altogether extraordinary revealed itself.
For just beneath the thin veneer of all that was familiar were dimensions clinging to time’s expansion along the lens. I could scarcely observe the continuum, but its stir I assuredly felt.
Before me, two lamps stood. One committed to service, the other to the task of standby. Mighty are these incandescent lodestars - packing one thousand watts of brawny brilliance.
Of course, the light was shining. And to shine, the contrivance must be present. Yet this radiance hardly seemed to abide in its prevailing whereabouts.
The glow was enveloped by prisms shaped and polished in another time and place. Inward, erstwhile epochs two hundred years in the making appear upended, but alive still.
Yet unquestionably, the moment at hand reigned as light went forth to one and all. About me, radiance abounded and I sensed the lamp’s warmth, which was apparent straightaway.
Beyond the confines of the beacon’s lantern was the alluring sea – a sparkling, sapphire gateway to destinations here, there and everywhere in times past, present and future.
For time to be truly perceived, one must be present to encounter its spectrum. And for the experience to enliven the mind, one must see exceedingly. Only then does history and promise thrive.
Fantastic photos of the fresnel lenses