Fire Island Lighthouse
I could feel the impact of my footfalls on the boardwalk from my heels to my jaw. It was noisier but faster than walking in the sand along the beach. I wore light boots, carried a camera bag slung across my back and a solid tripod in my hand. I breathed steadily as I walked. I looked up at the towering Fire Island Lighthouse as it came into view.
Three deer flicked their tails and meandered 50 yards away. A seagull stood atop a pier piling in the wind. Blue-green water lapped against the sandy shoreline.
These are three slow fiddle tunes: Lucy Farr’s, Bill Malley’s Schottische, and Kilnamona. They’re simple, but difficult to play on the fiddle. The fiddle is an instrument that’s always eager to make bitter noises, saving its best tones for those who’ve earned them. I have a way to go. The incomparable Martin Hayes plays Lucy Farr’s masterfully on his album Under the Moon. I play the notes. Hayes plays the music.
