What is it about lighthouses that captures our attention? Is it nostalgia for a long ago lived fairytale in which one man lived alone in a house of light? Is it rather the sadness amidst the very same notion? Is it the protection they offer, soldiers on guard, giving guidance to wayward seafarers? Is it the sublime, the light touch of man's creation on the otherwise untamed coastline? Is it the distance from our tethered real world, the pilgrimage one must make to arrive at its front door that grants us perspective? To each her own? To what we find when the mountains meet the sea?