I took this photo last weekend on a trip home. The path, close to the lighthouse, winds its way through a wooded area to a popular look-off, on a cliff high above the beach, which we always called Fisherman’s Ladder when we were kids — logically, because a large, wooden ladder had been built and was maintained for many years, as an escape for anyone who foolishly disregarded or failed to educate themselves about the speed and cunning of the world’s highest tides.
The society which has worked so hard to preserve and maintain the lighthouse has also maintained this passageway and done some lovely landscaping on the property. But this simple, gravel path which seems to disappear into the darkness of the woods beyond, appealed to me in a way that no flower can. So, I share it with you. :)