The footsteps of those who walked the pathways of Fishers are steeped with stories, ever enriching our Island’s heritage. It does not take a very active imagination to see soldiers on patrol walking up these stairs, casting their gaze across the sound to protect their country and cherished values. Today, amongst graffitied walls and shards of glass, the gun emplacements are now more a place for the next generation to escape parents’ watchful eyes and solidify new friendships, defining new principles to guide another generation.
But nature’s relentless omnipresence dwarfs our too often strident defenses of our respective narratives. These fortresses are losing the battle to nature’s grasses and vines; nature is reclaiming these spaces for herself. Beyond this ground offensive, the expanse and forces of the night sky are even more impressive. Unlike the flash from a bolt of lightning over the sound, which arrives just a moment before its thunder reverberates, the light we see from the Milky Way’s Galactic Core (pictured in the center of the photo on the right) began its journey to my camera’s sensor 27,000 light-years ago.
While the scale of it all is hard for me to fathom, connecting this ancient light to landmarks that have meant such different things to different generations of Islanders makes me less strident and sure.