Marblehead Lighthouse

This morning Mom and I visited one of Dad's favorite places, Marblehead Lighthouse.  We've come here through the years to rest on the rocks, listening to the roar of the waves crash into them. Some days it is gentle and soothing, others strong and forceful. We all used to climb along the rocky edge, jumping from slab to slab.  Dad liked to photograph this place,  selling those images in local galleries.  He'd rest on the benches, with Mom by his side,  as they soaked it all in.  It was lovely to return here, thinking of Dad, on such a beautiful morning for sketching.  Painting number 4274 in 4274 days. 🎨❤️