Where the rest of us saw only the empty overgrown meadow behind our house, riddled with groundhog holes, with a shallow, muddy stream
running through it and a splintering wooden wagon that I had almost outgrown, he saw his friends: artists and teachers and butchers, scenic painters and Russian lighting designers,
ship captains and hardware merchants all with a glass in hand, their laughter rising high above our heads and then evaporating into the canopy of maple leaves; the weeping willows shedding their leaf tears down the banks of the stream; fireflies and bagpipers arriving through the low clinging humidity of summer; a
giant pit with four spring lambs roasting over apple - wood coals; the smell of wood smoke hanging in the moist summer nighttime air.
Every step from mining the ore to make the steel, moving parts by
ship or overland and constructing access roads to
running giant cranes and excavators creates emissions.