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My dad was a self-employed industrial electrician. He was a very hard worker, brilliant in his own way, and in the midst of the chaos that was his shop there were millions of answers to be found. I think he could have solved anything that he devoted his time to. In some ways, he still is.  What I find most interesting is how the entire system of life for both his industry (he contracted for large production mills — work almost exclusively shipped overseas in the 21st century) and the small town he spent his entire life in is all but depleted. This photo is almost a relic of a time quickly passed by.  The sad and sobering part is this: 15, 20, and 30 years ago, you could have never convinced anyone that anything would ever be different. Not in the way the town ran, not in the way the world worked. It’s funny how life just moves on. It has no respect for the past. Individuals and groups may find time for nostalgia, but progress has no use for it. 

My dad was a self-employed industrial electrician. He was a very hard worker, brilliant in his own way, and in the midst of the chaos that was his shop there were millions of answers to be found. I think he could have solved anything that he devoted his time to. In some ways, he still is. 

What I find most interesting is how the entire system of life for both his industry (he contracted for large production mills — work almost exclusively shipped overseas in the 21st century) and the small town he spent his entire life in is all but depleted. This photo is almost a relic of a time quickly passed by. 

The sad and sobering part is this: 15, 20, and 30 years ago, you could have never convinced anyone that anything would ever be different. Not in the way the town ran, not in the way the world worked. It’s funny how life just moves on. It has no respect for the past. Individuals and groups may find time for nostalgia, but progress has no use for it.