In 1991, when I first scurried about the rocks surrounding this lighthouse, the number of potential compositions was overwhelming. I was fascinated by all the striated granite leading up to the lighthouse, aptly described as “pulled taffy”. Indeed, it appears these interesting rocks were heated to molten lava and then pulled like taffy to their current state. Note the drippy appearance of the rocks on the left side of the photograph. Over the years, I shot many a frame on multiple visits, but the reflection image I had always desired remained elusive until October 2002, when everything came together. Why did it take so long? Here is what finally went right the day this image was created. A heavy rain storm the previous day left larger than normal pools of water creating excellent reflections of the lighthouse. Equally important, the winds off the ocean behind me would intermittently subside for about 10 seconds, just long enough to allow these pools to settle and the reflection to appear. There were no tourists in my viewfinder meandering about the rocks at just the wrong time. No cats sunning themselves on the rocks; no innkeepers appearing out of nowhere to clean the upstairs windows during the fleeting moments of a reflection; and, no jet streaking across the sky leaving the familiar white contrail at the most inopportune time. During my previous travels, not all of the necessary elements existed. On this day, they did. For me, it was worth the wait.