Behind every beam was a keeper, a routine, and a coast that never slept.
The towers of the northern coast were not only built of stone and iron, but of disciplined hands and daily watch. Through winter fog, storm swells, and long intervals of silence, keepers maintained the lamps, recorded the weather, and carried an unbroken duty to passing crews and neighboring settlements.
“The light was seen for miles, but the labor behind it was measured in small, repeated acts — wick by wick, log by log, night after night.”