The one hundred and sixty five foot monument seemed endless in the sky to him. He loved racing round and round the enclosed spiral staircase. He daydreamed on the top deck that he was one of the World War II Coast Guard men who trained there. He pretended to use the lighthouse as a lookout point for enemy ships and submarines, just as they did. He listened to his parents explain about how the early lamps in the tower first burned lard oil. He couldn't help but chuckle. He thought it made more sense when he was told that the lard oil was converted to kerosene a decade later. Looking down upon this magnificient structure, it reminded him of a zebra, with it's wide black and white stripes. The keeper's house and kitchen seemed miles away to him, as he imagined being served lemonade by the head-keepers family. He wanted desperately to open the garage on the north end where he heard jeeps were repaired during the war. He wondered if there was one remaining jeep for him to explore. He welcomed all the facts he learned and had no desire to leave Anastasia Island. His parents waved their arms high at him, motioning for him to come on down. He took in his last glimpse of the sea as he descended the tower.
~Written by Jennifer Afia
"St. Augustine", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $425.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.
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