The main gates of Tachikawa Air Force Base in Japan–where we passed through almost everyday.
As one who was born in a town just a half-hour train ride away, then raised there, then moving into the base later, I think of the inside/outside relationship I had with Japan. Life on the U.S. military base in Japan was walled off from the locals. Not wanted there by the Japanese, but was a part of the landscape and culture nevertheless. Tachikawa and then Tachikawa Air Force Base. In, then Out. I was that to people. I was inside and one of them. Then outside and was one of the other.