late Winter driveway
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Today I came across something I must have somehow missed the first time it went around. The St. Croix 360 blog pulled from its archives Getting to know St. Croix River country’s natural neighbors. The online app, iNaturalist, has the St. Croix watershed as a defined "place," with photo observations galore. I've had the iNaturalist app on my "smartphone" for a few years but hadn't done much with it. This discovery my be just the motivation needed to change that.
If you've followed these postings for awhile, you no doubt have noticed I've some firm and strong opinions about mining in Minnesota and rural development in general. Today I read a recent post by Aaron Brown, one of the more enlightened and rational commentators on the Iron Range, that educates the rest of us about The dueling realities of the Iron Range. It concludes:
No, we need not agree about mining policy or politics to make life here better, perhaps better than it’s ever been. But we must agree on reality. And the reality is we must diversify our economy and open the imaginary borders we draw between us and the rest of the world.
what do we need to have both?
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That seems to me (again, ymmv) to fit nicely with a recent Community Voices piece in MinnPost, written by three leaders in District #11 of the United Steelworkers union (USW). They opine that Minnesota should become the leader in responsible mining. You can guess how pleased I was to see and read that piece, since I've been advocating Minnesota should adopt something like the Initiative for Responsible Mining Assurance [IRMA] standards since back in 2014. The USW piece is the first I'm aware of to support a responsible ming strategy. I've no idea why.
Note to Reality
Without even knowing it, I havebelieved in you for a long time.When I looked at my blood under a microscopeI could see truth multiplying over and over.—Not police sirens, nor history books, not stage-three lymphomapersuaded mebut your honeycombs and beetles; the dry blond fascicles of grassthrust up above the January snow.Your postcards of Picasso and Matisse,from the museum series on European masters.When my friend died on the way to the hospitalit was not his death that so amazed mebut that the driver of the cabdid not insist upon the fare.Quotation marks: what should we put inside them?Shall I say “I” “have been hurt” “by” “you,” you neglectful monster?I speak now because experience has shown methat my mind will never be clear for long.I am more thick-skinned and male, more selfish, jealous, and afraidthan ever in my life.“For my heart is tangled in thy nets;my soul enmeshed in cataracts of time...”The breeze so cool today, the sky smeared with bluish grays and whites.The parade for the slain police officergoes past the bakeryand the smell of fresh breadmakes the mourners salivate against their will.
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