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[farewell-to-lorien]

Sunrise on Spring Island, SC. Photo by Pam Ullman.

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in the stillness, by Pam Ullman. Spring Island, SC.

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Spring Island, SC. Photo by Pam Ullman.

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Sunrise on Spring Island. Photo by Pam Ullman.

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Reach, by Pam Ullman. Spring Island, SC.

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Morning on Chechessee Creek, Spring Island, SC. Photo by Pam Ullman.

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Spring Island, SC. Photo by Pam Ullman.

[clalalalalalalalala]

Quickly, as if she were recalled by something over there, she turned to her canvas. There it was — her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in the attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? she asked herself, taking up her brush again. She looked at the steps; they were empty; she looked at her canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre. It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.

- To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

As Lily walks along the beach in her journey to complete the painting, she questions, her talent, the painting's fate. Will she ever see it's completion? Will she ever find true meaning? Clarity washes over her as the lifting sands do over her feet. She turns around. There it is. The Lighthouse. She starts toward it.

Photography by Pam Ullman