Fingering heavily into the narrative is also the historic lighthouse at Yaquina point, now a national park. In an endeavor to keep my muse alive and be authentic I shot 35mm black and whites with my father's camera. Incidentally it's about thirty years old. I experienced some technical difficulties including the camera popping open inexplicably at one point. So I had a fair amount of damaged film but managed to salvage a few gems.
I know when it comes to blogging we don't just want to read we want to see. After struggling a bit with topics over the last year I am going to using the next several posting to document my research. There are so many interesting bits of history I am gleaning that I cannot use it all in my story.
This is the oil room inside the lighthouse.
A view from the top. This is looking south from the lighthouse and down the coast toward Yaquina Bay. About a hundred yards from the lighthouse there are stairs with several look out landings leading down to the beach. The beach itself is full of round black rocks, a local tourist told me that there was an underwater volcano near that beach to explain all the black rock. If you have ever been to the Oregon you know that it is know for its sandy beaches along its jagged coastline. So the black rock is a bit of an anomaly. I hope to discover this geological mystery in my continuing research. I think the volcano theory is far more interesting than the idea they might have simply shipped it in for the tourists.
