It’s a matter of definition. For most of my life, I lived in or around major cities. New York, where I grew up. I don’t know if Jerusalem counts as a major city, but I was there a pretty long time.
Then Boston. Industrial in large cities is synonymous with “big.” Great brick factories belching smoke. Tall chimneys. Pollution. Cement. Traffic.
Yet, ironically, out here in the Blackstone Valley is where the American industrial revolution began. We are the home of the first factories.
The mills, built along the Blackstone River were where it all began. We are still cleaning up the pollution and the mills are either gone or converted to some other use.
First they moved down south, where they could find cheaper land, labor, favorable tax laws … and they would be near the cotton fields.
But industry remains. It’s not the way it was, yet it is industry. Small factories, cottage industry by comparison. And just as interesting as photographic subject.
And finally, not forgetting our New England coastline, the docks and ships of our historic fishing fleets. Our first American industry!