Painting Dreams
You would think the narrow passage confining.
Walls on each side. Deep water below.
A long journey to a distant light.
You though, are a different creature
who dreams far more than you sleep,
and each wall becomes a canvas, and the sea, your paint.
Quarry House 
the light at the end of the tunnel… I hope this is your photo and you actually visited here. SIgh.
It is my photograph, and yes, I have been there. I would move there in a moment if I could figure out how to make a living there. Until that day, we hope to go back next Spring for a week.