September 18, 2011. A view out the window on a clear day at the what is left of a factory on the waterfront. All that remains are the bones of what was once a thriving scene where hundreds were employed in a backbreaking job. Now it sits, picturesque on blue waters, framed by the window I had earlier opened to let in the crisp afternoon air. It has been painted, photographed, eulogized, romanticized, its roughness forgotten in a world that has moved along. We no longer wish to toil with our hands in this way - we leave that to others as we pursue finer things.
