This lighthouse is for sale. For real. It’s on Graves Island, a collection of rocks on the outer edge of Boston Harbor. And according to the Boston Globe, it’s currently on the auction block. If you buy it, you have to deal with the lack of running water and electricity. And the fact that you have to climb a really tall ladder just to get inside the place.
But then, look at it. This lighthouse is kind of the visual definition of scope for the imagination. It’s still a working lighthouse. If you’re okay with all of that, it can be yours for the right price.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I found this riveting. Just the image alone must be worth at least 1,000 words. Probably a lot more. The picture and the accompanying article in the Globe, are getting tucked away in my file of story ideas. It’s filled with strange and quirky pictures, or snippets of history that I find fascinating, or stories like this one. I love my story file.
Inspiration isn’t easy to come by, as any writer will tell you. But sometimes you can see the possibilities in some odd or wonderful place. I’m busy right now. Far, far too busy, in fact, to think about starting another story. But someday, I’ll sift through my story file and I’ll find this again. And who knows where journey will take me from there?