Lamp Room at First Fog
"Before sunrise the glass was already wet with salt. We climbed the spiral with dry cloths tucked under our coats, wiped each panel, then listened for the bell buoy while the flame settled. By the time the village smoke appeared inland, the lens had made three full turns and the day felt safely begun."
Mara Ellison — assistant keeper’s daughter, field note from Bracken Point, 1958