Today, if it were not raining every few minutes, I would be adventuring (new word, unlike venturing) out to see the lighthouse at Alki Point. I am surprised that I have not seen it yet in my visits to Seattle, since I am a fan of lighthouses in general. This one in particular is not far from my daughter’s house. There is a steady flow of ferries, boats of all kinds, and barges going past the point and visible from the beach – an interesting waterway, to be sure.
I was in a shop at Pike Place Market last week, drawn to the watercolor scenes of Seattle that were in the windows. The artist herself rummaged around and found several of Alki. The lighthouse was among them and she recalled having to get special permission on the day she went to paint there, since it was closed to the public. I am thinking of making that painting my own, my souvenir of Seattle.
You know, a lighthouse is a very hopeful thing. It’s not like something that you want to rush toward, because in reality it’s telling you to beware of something dangerous. But it does speak of firm ground somewhere, and of a concern that warns of danger. It represents a commitment to be always on duty. Someone is watching out for you and that is the hopeful part.