In the quiet corners of life, where simplicity meets subtlety, there exists a narrative of profound insight. Blessed are those with the discerning eyes to witness beauty in humble places, where others pass by without a second glance. It’s a tale of appreciation woven into the fabric of existence, reminding us that grandeur isn’t the sole harbinger of awe. Those attuned to the whispers of the ordinary, find splendor in overlooked moments and grace in the unassuming. Their journey unfolds like a tapestry of humility, where the richness of life is unveiled in the most unpretentious corners, echoing the sentiment that true beauty lies not just in what is seen but in how it is seen.
Old Brant Point Lighthouse has no lens; perhaps this is why it connected with me. The lens is perhaps the most important element of the lighthouse. Without the lens and the lantern room the lighthouse seemed visionless and purposeless. It seemed to be a metaphor for the current state of the lighthouse.
I noticed that most people hurried past this old lighthouse on the way to see the famed new Brant Point Lighthouse a few steps away. It was as if the lighthouse was invisible. People only paused to look at the old lighthouse when they saw me drawing it. When they paused and looked, I felt like I had connected the lighthouse to its purpose and me to mine.