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4440d30	"Yeah, you're right about having entire rooms full of film and photos... in that Sydney Mines house I have a darkroom, I have boxes of film and home movie footage... I have a few projectors, I have piles of Kodachrome slides... I like photographs. The world is always running away from society and the only way to keep the stuff that's happened in the past is by taking photographs, I can keep memories of things alive with photographs," Alecto responded. "People say that a time machine can't be invented, but they've already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world's first time machines... The steel mill, the coal mines, the train tracks, the smog in the sky, I've been able to rescue it on super-8 and Kodachrome, and no one can remediate those photographs, I can keep them as long as I want to."	memories industrial polaroid steel-mill kodak coal-mine darkroom kodachrome cape-breton super-8 nova-scotia photograph smog photo digital coal pollution train capture film nostalgia	Rebecca McNutt
bed2704	Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. -	coal coal-miner glamorgan miners mining rhondda the-land hills wales	Mervyn Peake
f11f506	A child has an ingrained fancy for coal, not for the gross materialistic reason that it builds up fires by which we cook and are warmed, but for the infinitely nobler and more abstract reason that it blacks his fingers.	the-coloured-lands coal	G.K. Chesterton
0b2141c	I might be the hazardous waste site that polluted it, but Cape Breton Island is still my home.	living life canada-day hazardous sydney-tar-ponds cape-breton nova-scotia toxic country coal patriot steel pollution home	Rebecca McNutt
b42e34b	Alecto isn't a person! He's just something that society made and then threw away, a memory that refuses to die.	death created threw kodak-moment cape-breton super-8 nova-scotia coal mining steel canada pollution society person dying memory nostalgia	Rebecca McNutt
5ac577c	"With Pollution, emotion is irrelevant, it is not their nature," Mearth sighed, making a face as if she were talking to an ignorant small child. "I didn't create them, humans created the Pollution. Cheryl Nobel, Alecto Steele, Albert Sanders, Olivia Campbell, all my pretty little Representations, there aren't many of them left these days but they're still very dangerous! They're here to tell society all about its mistakes! You don't understand the world of Representations."	suicide earth grief loss nature fear death imagination chernobyl entity hazardous love-canal tar tar-sands toxic-waste sydney-tar-ponds cape-breton nova-scotia recycle hippie disturbing smog mother-earth imaginary chemicals representation coal green steel environment canada pollution storm dying scared	Rebecca McNutt
14fcaf9	"Mandy was thinking back to when she was five years old, when she, her parents and Jud went outside before Christmas and had a snowball fight with the gray snow of Sydney Mines. "This is a wicked blast," Jud would say, and Mandy would snap photos with a 35mm disposable film camera, photos she wished very much she could step into sometimes."	photography family 35mm-camera snowball-fight wicked-blast cape-breton nova-scotia sister brother coal canada christmas fake siblings snow	Rebecca McNutt
068ac97	The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her hands and spun her around in the front yard of their old clapboard house, yellow grass under their feet and a cobalt-blue sky with white clouds drifting above. Mandy could almost feel the late summer breeze as she gazed deeply into the print, watching the flamboyant colors come to life. She hung it up to dry on two wooden clothespins hanging from a string above her.	photography poverty arents coal-mine darkroom kodachrome print retro dancing coal canada memory nostalgia	Rebecca McNutt

4440d30

"Yeah, you're right about having entire rooms full of film and photos... in that Sydney Mines house I have a darkroom, I have boxes of film and home movie footage... I have a few projectors, I have piles of Kodachrome slides... I like photographs. The world is always running away from society and the only way to keep the stuff that's happened in the past is by taking photographs, I can keep memories of things alive with photographs," Alecto responded. "People say that a time machine can't be invented, but they've already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world's first time machines... The steel mill, the coal mines, the train tracks, the smog in the sky, I've been able to rescue it on super-8 and Kodachrome, and no one can remediate those photographs, I can keep them as long as I want to."

memories industrial polaroid steel-mill kodak coal-mine darkroom kodachrome cape-breton super-8 nova-scotia photograph smog photo digital coal pollution train capture film nostalgia

Rebecca McNutt

bed2704

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. -

coal coal-miner glamorgan miners mining rhondda the-land hills wales

Mervyn Peake

f11f506

A child has an ingrained fancy for coal, not for the gross materialistic reason that it builds up fires by which we cook and are warmed, but for the infinitely nobler and more abstract reason that it blacks his fingers.

the-coloured-lands coal

G.K. Chesterton

0b2141c

I might be the hazardous waste site that polluted it, but Cape Breton Island is still my home.

living life canada-day hazardous sydney-tar-ponds cape-breton nova-scotia toxic country coal patriot steel pollution home

Rebecca McNutt

b42e34b

Alecto isn't a person! He's just something that society made and then threw away, a memory that refuses to die.

death created threw kodak-moment cape-breton super-8 nova-scotia coal mining steel canada pollution society person dying memory nostalgia

Rebecca McNutt

5ac577c

"With Pollution, emotion is irrelevant, it is not their nature," Mearth sighed, making a face as if she were talking to an ignorant small child. "I didn't create them, humans created the Pollution. Cheryl Nobel, Alecto Steele, Albert Sanders, Olivia Campbell, all my pretty little Representations, there aren't many of them left these days but they're still very dangerous! They're here to tell society all about its mistakes! You don't understand the world of Representations."

suicide earth grief loss nature fear death imagination chernobyl entity hazardous love-canal tar tar-sands toxic-waste sydney-tar-ponds cape-breton nova-scotia recycle hippie disturbing smog mother-earth imaginary chemicals representation coal green steel environment canada pollution storm dying scared

Rebecca McNutt

14fcaf9

"Mandy was thinking back to when she was five years old, when she, her parents and Jud went outside before Christmas and had a snowball fight with the gray snow of Sydney Mines. "This is a wicked blast," Jud would say, and Mandy would snap photos with a 35mm disposable film camera, photos she wished very much she could step into sometimes."

photography family 35mm-camera snowball-fight wicked-blast cape-breton nova-scotia sister brother coal canada christmas fake siblings snow

Rebecca McNutt

068ac97

The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her hands and spun her around in the front yard of their old clapboard house, yellow grass under their feet and a cobalt-blue sky with white clouds drifting above. Mandy could almost feel the late summer breeze as she gazed deeply into the print, watching the flamboyant colors come to life. She hung it up to dry on two wooden clothespins hanging from a string above her.

photography poverty arents coal-mine darkroom kodachrome print retro dancing coal canada memory nostalgia

Rebecca McNutt