Beautiful things are not always totally happy things.
Earlier this year, we lost my Dad to Amyloidosis. Today, he would have turned 64.
My beautiful thing today is a memorial to John E. Nuessle.
John was a great lover of lighthouses, and had a great fondness for the Little Red Lighthouse under the Great Grey Bridge:
May the light that you brought into the world burn brightly for a long time.
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