The lighthouse is on Hilton Head Island and is called the Leamington Lighthouse. It was a rear range marker that would be lined up with another light on the beach. It was restored fifteen years ago but I used to visit it as a kid before the land around it was developed. Back then it was a rusted ruin and a great place to kick back up at the top. There were other ruins around the light house including th Power Plant building, oil house etc. Camped out there once with a buddy and once darkness fell the whole place really tranformed into something very alien. The lighthouse had been abandoned in the late 1930's and was built in the 1880's. Sadly it's now part of a resort and stands on a golf course.

Reminds me of a poem I wrote many years ago titled "Hulks"
I love you
Like the rusting hulk of sad trawler
falling down a pathway
towards a lighthouse
With holes bored into its facade--
old ship
sinking under the stagnant still waters--
festering with with bacteria
and end of game
The sound of the collision
of rotting battleship
no longer needed
with rust stains burnt through
to the inner core of your workings
Brushing--deeply against
the forgotten beacon
that tried to bring you in
with its own crimson stained gown
reminds me of
the beauty of anger
And
rust upon rust
And empty hole
upon rusty hole
See your face
in the forgotten corrupted hulk
of the ship
And see your lover's face
within the broken window frame
of a beacon
that no longer
lives
Both hollow vessels empty
except for the sound of sitting water
disturbed by
falling metal flakes
as beacon is sheared
and ship sinks
One hulk
crashing onto the other
and slowly
submerging
The "beacon" I was thinking of was an abandoned lighthouse in South Carolina and was constructed of steel. These images just brought this poem to mind. Great, moody evocative photos!