A Stark Tower On Bare Rock

Indeed they were very close to the Lighthouse now.

There it loomed up, stark and straight, glaring black and white, and one could see the waves breaking in white splinters like smashed glass upon the rocks. One could see the windows clearly; a dab of white on one of them, and a little tuft of green on the rock. A man had come out and looked at them through a glass and gone in again.

So it was like that, James thought, the Lighthouse one had seen from across the bay all these years; it was a stark tower on bare rock.

--Virginia Woolf

between Boulder and Lonetree Canyons (top)

from Horseshoe Mesa (middle)

outside Mineral Canyon (below)