Lighthouses conjure up romantic days for me. Ships tossed on storm waves, steering for the light. The keepers and their families living in the tiny houses with the spiral stairs. I’ve visited lighthouses on the Pacific and the Atlantic and hope to see more. Meanwhile, I enjoy my collection of little lighthouses.
This is my local Point Loma Lighthouse.
My Dad carved and painted this for me. He took a woodworking class on retiring, and he carved the rest of his life. I remember shopping with him in an art store for just the right block of wood. He looked at so many. He picked them up, hefted them, visualized what he would form from the rough square. He knew my penchant for lighthouses, so he made me one. He made my husband a sailboat. He later created a wooden cat because I also love cats. He made my mom an eagle. Each carving had a person’s name on it from the time he held the block of unformed wood.
This quality of thoughtfulness was modeled so well by my Dad. He didn’t carve just for fun. He carved to brighten someone’s life. He smoothed the rough edges and made something artistic–both with the wood and with the people he loved. His quiet kindness shaped who I am today.
How about you? Do you have a handmade gift that’s touched you and brought you joy?
The photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures 1412 and storm.