#st augustine lighthouse

[sheltiechicago]

Florida, US

‘Inside the St Augustine Lighthouse. I really liked the black rails against the stark white walls and the spaciousness inside, which made the curved stairwell look very graceful.’

Photograph: Joy Scovell

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The Disabled Traveler visits St Augustine Lighthouse

St Augustine, Florida In 1824, a new brick tower, rising to a height of seventy-three feet, was placed in service in St. Augustine, the leading port in the newly acquired Territory of Florida. The establishment of this lighthouse marked the U.S. Government’s swift response to the need for a guiding light to mark the inlet. However, the light was extinguished shortly after the outbreak of the…

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[ghostlytales]

Florida - St Augustine Lighthouse

Lighthouses are pretty spooky places - imagine living in one through the winter, alone, with nobody to speak to. So, it's no surprise that today at the St Augustine Lighthouse, visitors to the historic museum report seeing people on the second floor that aren't there, including the little daughter of the original lighthouse builder.

[dailylighthouse]

St. Augustine Lighthouse

St. Augustine, Florida, United States

Source: Wikimedia Commons | Wikimedia Commons

Constructed: 1824

Automated: 1955

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Some extra fresnel lens pictures below the read more:

Source: Wikimedia Commons | Wikimedia Commons

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How do I tell you that I miss myself? ִ ࣪𖤐

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St. Augustine Light, Florida

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31 Days of Halloween: Day 15, The Haunting of St. Augustine Lighthouse

Welcome to Day 15 of our 31 days of Halloween journey. Today, we set our sights on the St. Augustine Lighthouse in Florida, a historic landmark that has gained a reputation as one of America's most haunted lighthouses. Prepare to be captivated by the eerie tales and ghostly encounters that surround this iconic beacon.

Historical Background

Perched on Anastasia Island in St. Augustine, the St. Augustine Lighthouse has stood tall since 1874, guiding countless ships through the treacherous waters off Florida's coast. With its rich maritime history and tragic past, it comes as no surprise that this lighthouse is said to harbor restless spirits.

Haunting Tales

The St. Augustine Lighthouse has witnessed its fair share of tragedy and mystery over the years, leading to numerous reports of paranormal activity. Here are a few notable haunting tales associated with this historic location:

The Keeper's Daughter: One of the most enduring legends revolves around the tragic death of two young girls. It is said that the daughters of a former lighthouse keeper drowned in the nearby waters while playing together. Visitors have reported seeing the apparition of a young girl in a white dress wandering the lighthouse grounds, possibly one of the unfortunate siblings.

The Lost Souls of the Tower: The lighthouse tower itself is said to be haunted by the spirits of former keepers and workers who met untimely deaths or experienced tragic accidents while serving at the lighthouse. Ghostly footsteps, disembodied voices, and strange occurrences have been reported by both guests and staff members.

The Woman in Blue: Another reported apparition is that of a woman in a long blue dress, believed to be the spirit of a wife of one of the lighthouse keepers. Witness accounts describe encountering her on the lighthouse stairs or in other parts of the building, often accompanied by a cold chill or sudden drop in temperature.

Exploring the Lighthouse

Visitors to the St. Augustine Lighthouse have the opportunity to explore its history and potentially encounter ghostly phenomena. Guided tours offer insights into the lighthouse's past and share haunting tales associated with the site. Those who dare can climb the 219 steps to the top of the tower, where panoramic views and a higher likelihood of paranormal experiences await.

For the brave, nighttime ghost tours provide a spine-chilling adventure. Equipped with paranormal investigation tools, participants can explore the lighthouse grounds under the cover of darkness, hoping to capture evidence of ghostly presence or communicate with the spirits that are said to haunt the area.

Conclusion

As we conclude Day 15 of our Halloween series, the St. Augustine Lighthouse stands as a spectral sentinel, keeping its eerie tales alive. With its tragic history and reported paranormal encounters, this historic beacon provides an intriguing glimpse into the supernatural realm. Explore its haunted grounds, ascend its tower, and immerse yourself in the chilling lore that surrounds the St. Augustine Lighthouse - if you dare.

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St. Augustine Lighthouse

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I saw this get reposted on instagram the other day and was like WUH WOH…that’s old and I can do so much better ;;

But I love the bit still so I’m repainting it

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[nicnak20]

Baby blues; Charlie Mayhew:

*After the birth of his new child, Charlie must find a way to juggle work and his new responsibility as a dad. *

The scent of baby powder and a sweetness that transcended any expensive perfume clung to the air in the Mayhew household. Dr. Charlie Mayhew, a man usually at ease amidst the sterile smells and urgent beeps of St. Augustine’s Hospital, found himself captivated by this new, domestic fragrance. Holding his daughter, Delia, felt like cradling a tiny, precious secret against his chest. Her soft sighs and the delicate flutter of her eyelids were a symphony that drowned out the familiar anxieties of his profession. His dark brown hair, usually neatly styled, was rumpled from a morning spent with a tiny hand gripping a strand. His bambi brown eyes, normally focused and assessing, were softened with an unadulterated adoration.

Yn, his wife, watched him with a gentle smile. Her own exhaustion was evident in the faint shadows beneath her eyes, but her love for both her husband and child radiated outwards, filling the room with warmth. She was a lighthouse of calm amidst the sea of new parenthood, her cautious nature now channeled into meticulous care for their daughter.

Charlie was smitten, utterly and completely. He’d always envisioned fatherhood, but the reality was a joy so profound it felt almost overwhelming. Yet, the life he’d built, the life that allowed him to provide for this beautiful family, demanded his attention. The hospital calls were a constant hum in the background, a reminder of his responsibilities.

The first few weeks were a blur of sleepless nights and blissful discoveries. Charlie tried to be present, to soak in every milky burp and gummy smile. He’d rush home from his shifts, the weight of life-and-death decisions still heavy on his shoulders, only to have it instantly lifted by the sight of Yn nursing Delia, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the nursery lamp. He’d change nappies with a practiced hand, honed from years of assisting nurses, and marvel at the tiny fingers and toes that seemed impossibly perfect.

But the idyllic bubble started to fray at the edges. The demands of the hospital didn’t magically disappear with Delia’s arrival. His colleagues still needed him, patients still needed his expertise. He found himself constantly checking his phone, even during the rare peaceful moments at home. A nagging guilt started to take root. He was physically present but mentally often miles away, replaying a complicated diagnosis or anticipating the next urgent call.

Returning to the relentless rhythm of the hospital after his allotted paternity leave felt like stepping back into a raging current after weeks spent in a tranquil pool. The familiar sterile scent of disinfectant seemed harsher, the hurried footsteps of nurses more frantic, and the weight of responsibility for his patients, though never absent, now felt compounded by a pang of longing. Every time his pager buzzed, a tiny voice in his head whispered Delia’s name. Every late-night emergency, every demanding patient, pulled him further away from the chubby cheeks and gurgling laughter that awaited him at home.

He missed Delia’s first proper giggle because he was on a conference call about hospital budget cuts. He saw a picture of her rolling over for the first time, sent by a beaming Yn, while scrubbing in for an emergency surgery. These missed milestones were tiny pinpricks, but they accumulated, leaving him with a dull ache of regret.

His ambition, a driving force in his career, now felt like a traitor. He wanted to excel at the hospital, to contribute meaningfully, but he also desperately wanted to be there for his daughter. The two desires seemed increasingly incompatible.

One particularly grueling week, Charlie barely saw Delia awake. He left before dawn and returned long after she was asleep, the silence of the house a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the emergency room. He found Yn sitting up in bed, her face etched with weariness. Delia was asleep in her bassinet beside them.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Yn looked at him, her insightful gaze seeing straight through his tired facade. “Hey yourself. Long night?”

“You could say that.” He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I feel like I’m missing everything.”

Yn reached out and took his hand, her touch a familiar comfort. “She misses you too, Charlie.” There was no accusation in her voice, only a gentle observation of their reality.

He looked at his sleeping daughter, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, fierce and undeniable. He was her father, his role was to shield her, to guide her, to be there. But how could he do that when he was constantly pulled in another direction?

But then came the morning Delia rolled over for the first time. Yn had sent him a video, a shaky but joyous documentation of the momentous occasion. Charlie had watched it on his phone during a brief coffee break, a bittersweet ache in his throat. He’d been there for her birth, a moment he’d replay in his mind with vivid clarity, the miracle of it all. But these small, everyday miracles, these quiet triumphs, were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

But then, a cascade of emergencies hit the hospital. A car accident, a sudden cardiac arrest, a complicated delivery. Each crisis demanded his attention, his expertise.

The breaking point arrived on a particularly grueling Tuesday. He’d started his day before sunrise, a restless night punctuated by the phantom cries of his daughter. The day had been a relentless barrage of consultations, procedures, and urgent calls. He’d skipped lunch, his stomach gnawing in protest, fueled only by lukewarm coffee and the adrenaline of his profession. Then, late in the afternoon, a serious car accident brought in multiple trauma patients. The ensuing hours were a blur of controlled chaos, his focus narrowed to the life-or-death decisions at hand.

He finally stumbled home, the city lights blurring through his tired eyes, well past Delia’s bedtime. Yn was waiting for him, a weary but understanding smile on her face. But as he leaned down to kiss her, his gaze fell upon a small, framed print on the side table. It was a handprint, Delia’s tiny hand, perfectly preserved in soft plaster. Yn explained that she’d made it that afternoon, a spontaneous little project. He’d missed it. He’d missed capturing that precious moment, that fleeting stage of his daughter’s life.

That night, sleep eluded him. He lay beside Yn, the rhythmic sound of her breathing usually a comfort, now a reminder of the peaceful domesticity he was so often absent from. The hospital, his patients, his career – they all demanded so much. But Delia, his tiny, vulnerable daughter, deserved more. She deserved his presence, his active participation in her burgeoning life.

The next morning, Charlie made a decision. He spoke to his head of department, Dr. Albright, a seasoned physician with a surprisingly empathetic understanding of the challenges faced by young parents. He explained his situation, his desire to be more present for his family, the gnawing guilt of missed milestones. Dr. Albright, a father of three grown children, listened patiently, his dark eyes surprisingly warm.

“Family is paramount, Charlie,” he’d said, leaning back in his chair. “A burnt-out doctor is no good to his patients anyway. Take the time you need.”

And so, Charlie booked a full week off. No on-call duties, no early morning rounds, no late-night emergencies. Just him, Yn, and Delia. When he told Yn, her face lit up, a radiant smile that chased away the lingering shadows of his guilt.

The first day felt strange, almost surreal. He woke up without the screech of his alarm, the house bathed in the soft glow of morning. He made breakfast for Yn, a leisurely affair filled with quiet conversation and the occasional coo from the bassinet. He changed Delia’s diaper, marveling at the delicate perfection of her tiny toes. He held her close, breathing in her sweet scent, the weight of her small body a comforting anchor.

That week was a revelation. He witnessed Delia’s unwavering fascination with the mobile above her crib, her little hands batting at the dangling shapes. He was there for her first giggle, a bubbly sound that filled the house with pure joy. He learned the subtle nuances of her cries – the hungry cry, the tired cry, the ‘just-need-a-cuddle’ cry. He took her for walks in her stroller, pointing out the rustling leaves and chirping birds, feeling a profound connection to the simple beauty of the world.

He and Yn fell into a rhythm, a comfortable ebb and flow of shared responsibilities and quiet moments of connection. They rediscovered the easy intimacy that life with a newborn often pushed to the periphery. They talked, not just about schedules and feedings, but about their hopes and dreams for Delia, for their family.

As the week drew to a close, a familiar anxiety began to creep in. The thought of returning to the relentless demands of the hospital felt like a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. He voiced his concerns to Yn, his voice laced with apprehension.

Yn, ever the insightful one, took his hand. “You don’t have to go back to the way things were, Charlie. You can find a balance.”

And she was right. The week had given him clarity. He realized he’d been trying to compartmentalize his life, keeping his work self and his father self in separate boxes. But they were intertwined, and he needed to find a way to integrate them.

He started by being more assertive at work. He learned to delegate, trusting his colleagues and residents. He became more efficient with his time, focusing on the essential tasks and learning to say no to extra commitments. He negotiated his schedule, carving out specific blocks of time for family. He made it a point to leave on time whenever possible, refusing to let the hospital become his entire world.

It wasn't easy. There were still days when emergencies kept him late, when the weight of his responsibilities felt overwhelming. But now, he approached these challenges with a different perspective. He knew that a little piece of his heart resided at home, waiting for him. He knew that his presence, his active participation, was invaluable.

He made it to Delia’s first steps, his camera phone shaking with emotion as she wobbled across the living room towards his outstretched arms. He was there for her first words, a garbled but unmistakable “Dada” that made his heart swell with a love he never knew possible. He learned the delicate art of bedtime stories, his voice soothing her into slumber.

Charlie Mayhew, the dedicated doctor, didn't disappear. He remained committed to his patients; his compassion undiminished. But he had also become Charlie Mayhew, the devoted father, a man who understood that true success wasn’t measured in accolades or achievements, but in the laughter of his daughter and the love of his family. He had found his balance, not by sacrificing one for the other, but by embracing both, weaving the threads of his professional and personal life into a rich and fulfilling tapestry. He had kept his promise to Delia, and in doing so, he had found a deeper, more profound sense of purpose.

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“And now it’s time for a breakdown…” /ref

Welcome to my (fairly long lol) breakdown of the thought process behind the Ulysses CMV background!! ✨ I’m gonna go through it shelf by shelf because I think that’s easiest, so… buckle up! :D

TOP SHELF:

On the far left, we have an Assassins Creed Apple of Eden! Most of the soundtracks to the Ulysses vods came from AC: Odyssey, and AC: Origins! The Ancient Greek and Egyptian music fit him perfectly, who’d have thought. Including the main song from Ulysses epilogue, “Reunited” from AC: Odyssey. Behind that is of course my hand-bound copy of On the Brink of Scientific Discovery. I had to work out a way to get my earliest entry into the Fable Fandom in there somewhere. Beside it is the skull, and a copy of Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly, which I’ve spoken about being an inspiration for Ulysses. Along with, of course, Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, and Herodotus’ Histories (Herodotus being the main inspiration for epilogue Ulysses and who he became towards the end)! And naturally, James Joyce's Ulysses. I had to. Besides that again is another copy of Frankenstein, along with more Ancient Greek works, specifically Euripides’ Medea and the works of the poet Sappho! And a copy of Moby Dick, since Ahab and Ishmael were both concept names for Ulysses during character creation! Besides those, the smaller penguin books, are some of my favourite details but some of the harder to spot because they’re so small. One is another poem by Sappho, Come Close. But the OTHER is The Fall of Icarus by Ovid, which I absolutely had to put in there. Impossible to see, but I know it’s there, and it makes me happy. Of course, once again on the theme of writers is a bust of Shakespeare, but behind him, is actually the set of D&D dice I bought inspired by Ulysses, which are made to look like they have kelp and seaweed inside them! ✨ and finally on the top shelf is a ship, in reference to his sailing and ship in the epilogue art, and a mini Greek style amphora.

MIDDLE SHELF:

On the far right, at the bottom, is the black knight chess piece, the same as Ulysses tattoo!! A reference to both the Trojan horse and him being a piece in the Telchin’s game. Behind it, the tiki mug, is a somewhat vague reference to the Sea Dragon Tavern! It’s never explicitly stated that they serve tiki drinks, but it certainly feels like a place that would. Tucked in, barely noticeable, is the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Both a reference to more ancient mythology, but also, in a little way, a reference to Lenarius. A book on the treatment and care of the dead. I think it would suit him. Make Len happy. More Greek texts (the Iliad and Odyssey again) this time including Ovid’s Metamorphosis, and Virgil’s Aeneid, a reference to both the mythological epic itself and to my little guy Virgil, from SkyBound SMP. Propped against those are a boatswain’s whistle, which I like to think is a little gift from Vorago and Casus. A captain’s call, to get someone’s attention no matter where you are on the sea, along with a small canon, which is actually from St Augustine Lighthouse, and felt very nautical. Behind those is a set of tarot cards, displaying the Magician, a symbol of manifesting and living to your true potential, which is fitting for Ulysses. All of that is of course propped on ANOTHER copy of the Odyssey. The full moon, as a little reference to his bestie Fenris, and a bear statue, which is a little nod to the fact I also voiced Deltavera (and the statue was actually a gift Jamie got me one of the times we met up)! Beside that is a handful of little bottles! The dice inside are mostly just because… that’s what I keep in those little potion bottles, but maybe they’re a reference to Wheel Not Fake or something too, who knows lol- and a little white axolotl plush. My son. My own personal little Perseus, I bought him the second I saw him akgsksgs ✨🫶

BOTTOM SHELF:

Almost done lol. The globe on the end, both a reference to the cartography/travel, and the fact that it’s turned to just show the ocean, rather than any countries. The sea is his home, after all. Another axolotl plush, peeking out from behind yet ANOTHER copy of the Iliad and Odyssey, which is balanced on a copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy, as another little reference to Virgil from Bound SMP. Behind that is a whisky bottle, which is empty in the photo but not in the CMV, as a reference to the Kelpin’ alcohol! And finally, the stack of books in the corner. The folio society set of The Greek Myths are some of my favourite books I own, and I had to include them, along with a few more potion bottles, which actually include the dice from various Cantripped One Shots (I have special dice for characters and one shots when I can)! The stack of books behind the scrolls and lanterns also include Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles (one of the inspirations behind Ulysses & Vesperae’s relationship) and Circe (more Odyssey references), along with world myths and Icelandic Sagas, and The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon, which was an early and incredibly influential historical text about the Roman’s (which somewhat inspired the structure and lore of the broader Telchin society!), on top of which is more mythology like the Welsh Mabinogion, the Norse Poetic Edda, and a horror anthology titled The Great God Pan and Other Horror Stories, many of which inspired Brink!! The lantern is, in all honesty, the only there not there for a specific reason… I just thought it looked cool :)

So yeah! That was my overly long analysis of my overly detailed Ulysses set background! Barely any of it is visible in the CMV, but for my little farewell to the character and world I had spent so long falling in love with, I wanted to make the background something special 🫶

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I have one (1) person saying they'd like a post about different styles of lighthouses so that's what this is going to be. As lighthouses serve as aids to navigation both during the day and at night, they have to stand out from each other so every lighthouse will look unique in some form or another. On top of that, many lighthouses were built out in the water and their structures had to be able to withstand the harsh weather in the open water (which not all of them did, several structures have been washed away in particularly powerful storms and had to be rebuilt). Under the cut will be several images of various lighthouses and the different classifications of these structures.

The first type of lighthouse we'll discuss in this post is the integrated lighthouse. Wikipedia describes these lighthouses as "...a lighthouse in which the tower and keeper's dwelling are united in one structure." This refers to lighthouses on land almost exclusively, but these lighthouses take on many different appearances. There are some standard designs, such as the school house design used at South Fox Island and Copper Harbor in Michigan (below), and others are more unique in their designs.

Both of these lighthouses, South Fox Island and Copper Harbor respectively, follow a standard "schoolhouse" design in their basic structure, however to tell them apart, they were given different daymarks, such as South Fox Island's whitewashed brick compared to Copper Harbor's natural cream brick. These differences help sailors to identify which specific lighthouse they're passing by and every single lighthouse will look at least slightly different, especially if it was constructed during the golden age of lighthouse construction, generally considered to be from about 1840-1910 (and obviously lighthouses were constructed before and after this period, but these 70 years saw a huge expansion in lighthouse construction, in part, due to the invention of the fresnel lens and the ability to mass produce them in France).

Not all lighthouses constructed on land are considered to be integrated lighthouses, however. Lighthouses like the one at Cape Hatteras are simply the tower, with the keepers' quarters often being nearby to the structure, but not attached. Cape Hatteras is also one of very few lighthouses bearing a "barber pole" daymark. So far as I can tell, only three lights in the US have this daymark, including St. Augustine in Florida and White Shoal in Michigan (which we'll discuss a little later).

Pictured above: Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, North Carolina, United States // Contis Plage Lighthouse, Landes, France. Both of these lighthouses are towers detached from any keepers quarters.

These are the two most common lighthouses you'll find on land, but what about those lighthouses built on the water? Well, they're divided into a few different categories: Caisson lighthouses, Screw-pile lighthouses, and Crib lighthouses.

Let's start with the Screw-pile lights. These were some of the first lighthouses built out on the water, with their piles being screwed into the mud and sand. These are actually slightly modified from older straightpile or simply pile lighthouses, differing mostly in the shape of the structure. Straightpile lights were taller and more skeletal compared to screw-pile lights. These structures had open legs which helped alleviate some pressure from the waves crashing on the structure, literally just giving them less surface area to hit and damage.

Above: Fowey Rocks Lighthouse, Florida, United States // Chesapeake Bay Lighthouse, Maryland, United States. Fowey Rocks is a Pile Lighthouse and Chesapeake Bay is a Screw-pile lighthouse. Both types of lighthouse included a keepers quarters in the structure above the water on a suspended platform, but are not considered integrated lighthouses like their mainland counterparts.

Caisson Lighthouses were created in response to Screw-pile lights, being both cheaper to build and sturdier as a structure. These lighthouses were built on metal or concrete caissons which were screwed into the sediments, with the rest of the structure completed on top. These lighthouses weren't immune to accidents though, as seen with the Sharps Island lighthouse in Maryland, which was knocked on an angle from an ice floe in 1977 and remains at a tilt to this day. It was decommissioned in 2010.

Above: the Sharps Island Lighthouse, Maryland, United States. This lighthouse actually replaced earlier screw-pile lighthouses that were also destroyed by ice floes through the area. The keepers quarters on the last Screw-pile lighthouse was fully lifted off its legs and carried safely away by the ice floe and none of the keepers inside were hurt.

The final type of lighthouse built out on the water are the crib lighthouses. These lights were built on wood and concrete cribs, often in the Great Lakes region due to the composition of the lake beds. The first crib light was built in 1851 on Waugoshance Shoal and more lighthouses soon followed. The most striking of these crib lights is White Shoal, located near Waugoshance, which has the only red and white barber pole daymark in the United States. Both of these lighthouses are located in the Straits of Mackinac region, which has ~15 lighthouses, including several crib lights (Gray's Reef, Poe Reef, and Spectacle Reef, just to name a few).

Above: Waugoshance Shoal Lighthouse // White Shoal Lighthouse, both located in the Straits of Mackinac, Michigan, United States. Waugoshance Shoal sits in just 4 feet of water, making it very difficult to access for repairs and restoration. The lighthouse was used as bomb target practice during the second World War due to it's location inland and the fact that it had been decommissioned in the 1930s. It still retains it's iconic birdcage lantern room, one of only four that survives in the United States.

There is one more type of lighthouse to discuss, and those are skeletal tower lighthouses. Not every skeletal tower light is considered an official lighthouse for a variety of reasons, but there were a number of lights built in this style. They are very reminiscent of pile lighthouses with their open frams, though skeletal towers can be built on shore as well. They became popular due to the relative ease of construction in remote locations, and that they could be deconstructed and reconstructed if need be. One of the most famous lighthouses built in this manner is Whitefish Point, where the modern Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum is located and where you can still go and see the bell of the infamous Edmund Fitzgerald, which was the last major wreck on the lakes occurring in 1975.

Above: Two different angles of the Whitefish Point Lighthouse. It contains a central staircase in a white column. This lighthouse was not operational during that November gale in 1975 when the Edmund Fitzgerald went down, as the captain noted how inconvenient it was that the light was out in one of his final transmissions. Thankfully there has not been a major shipwreck since then, though shipping culture on the Great Lakes is a whole other post in and of itself.

These are just a few examples of lighthouses, and these structures decorate the coasts of our oceans and several lakes in the world to help ships navigate the rough waters and stay safer on their journeys. I hope you learned something about lighthouses here and can appreciate the effort put into creating them just a little bit more! If you'd like to learn more about American Lighthouses, I'd recommend reading Brilliant Beacons by Eric Jay Dolin, which is where I got a lot of this information, and it includes a lot of anecdotes about lighthouses and their keepers throughout the country.

Above: Cape Agulhas Lighthouse, South Africa // Yokohama Breakwater Light, Japan. Just showing some more examples of lighthouses outside of the United States. Can you identify what types of lighthouses these are?

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And who exactly are you to be speaking for them? Who died and made you their spokesperson.

Also

'I think when Shane is around it's easy to forget that you're in one of the most horrifying places on Earth. And now that he's not gonna be in there .... not to say that he's like my daddy or something like that. I don't know why I said that (laughs) (kneeslap) Have fun with that one internet.'

My innocent summer child, they know they fucking know, they knew in 2019, they know that Simone is a shipper and they hired her because she's good at her job. They don't give a fuck. That's it, that's all there is to it.

Your attempt at ruining a good person's life just shows what you are and why I have zero respect for tumblr antis like you.

So hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam.

Isn't it funny how antis are literally the only ones who ever try to bring Ryan and Shane's attention to Shyan?