Ledgie in a Glass

Mistah and I have a love affair with New London's Ledge Light.

Actually, her official name is Southwest Ledge Lighthouse, and yesterday she turned 100 years old.

Not bad for an old girl, huh?. Especially one haunted by a ghost named Ernie.

We Mistah photographs her constantly . . .

. . . when we're at the beach . . .

. . . when we see her in a painting . . .

. . . or in a mural.

She was the subject of our 2008 Christmas card . . .

. . . and she's my screen-saver.

Friends email us cool photos of her . . .

. . . and our downstairs bathroom is festooned with her likeness . . .

. . . including this original by the inimitable Kat Murphy.

The bathroom is called, naturally, the Ledgie Loo.

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But the best part of Ledgie is the magic she brings. Say, for example, you find yourself on the back porch on the first day after Daylight Savings Time, when the sun is coming in the room at its new autumnal and earlier angle, and it catches a photo of Ledgie, and a glass of wine, just right . . .

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. . . and Mistah is there with his trusty camera and trusty glass of wine, and his trustily photographically enthusiastic self.

.With all those elements in place, and ol' Ledgie working her magic, you can get -- just briefly, wondrously, tantalizingly . . . .

Ledgie in a Glass.