Lighthouse Keeper

The lighthouse keeper looks out the window in the lanternroom, he sees seven gannets. The radio picks up the shipping forecast for tonight.

The lighthouse keeper goes upstairs to check the lantern.

The warm setting sun shines firey orange on the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the pier.

The lighthouse keeper scrambles down to the rocks to go fishing.

A sea breazes comes through an open window in the bedroom, waking the lighthouse keeper. He wanders down to the beach.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps.

The lighthouse stands as a solitary beacon in the darkness. The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully, dreaming of gannets.

The rain lashes off the windows. The lighthouse keeper prepares for a windy night.

As the persistent rain batters off the windows, the lighthouse keeper turns on the radio, to catch the shipping forecast.

This morning the wind whips spray off the breaking waves. The lighthouse keeper puts some wood on the fire, that he collected from the beach.

The lighthouse keeper hasn't slept much this night.

Sat in his chair by the fire, the lighthouse keeper writes a couple sentences of his book. Outside, the lighthouse seems to shudder with in ensuing wind.

The horizontal rain batters off the windows. The lighthouse keeper battens down the hatches, its going to be a stormy night.

The kettle whistles on the stove. The lighthouse keeper reads a book with a hot chocolate.

The lighthouse keeper tries to mend a hat, but it is beyond repair.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps peacefully. Outside, a seal moans mournfully.

The lighthouse keeper makes a coffee and sits in his chair to drink it. The fire flickers.

Puffins hang in the breeze. The lighthouse keeper wanders down to the beach to swim in the shallows.

The lighthouse keeper goes down to the rocks to go fishing.

A sea breazes comes through an open window in the bedroom, waking the lighthouse keeper. He goes down to the pier.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly. The lighthouse lantern spins slowly, gently knocking.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps.

The warm setting sun shines firey orange on the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper goes down to the beach to swim in the shallows, the water is bracing.

The lighthouse keeper goes for a walk. He brings a hat, and a sketchbook.

A sea breazes comes through an open window in the bedroom, waking the lighthouse keeper. He goes down to the pier to check the boat.

Lashing rain batters the windows and howling wind rattles the chains on the pier. The lighthouse keeper reads a book about kelp foraging with a hot chocolate. The radio picks up the shipping forecast for tonight.

The lighthouse keeper sleeps quietly, dreaming of cods.

The swell hammers off the rocks, splashing up the side of the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper battens down the hatches, its going to be a stormy night.

The spray blows from the sea, coating the windows in salt. Braving the weather, the lighthouse keeper walks down the steps to the pier to check the handrail, it is in bad shape.

The lighthouse keeper stays inside.