Went to the Vancouver launch of Jim Williams’ Rock Reject, a novel about working in an asbestos mine in Northern BC in the 1970s.
Two images I took away — the beauty and marvel of the ore: smooth green rock, but if you rub it, soft, white and fibrous (and of course in our minds with the beauty and marvel is always the harm); and the mine itself: a sliced off mountain-top, a scooped-out mountain: the audacious (hubristic) scale of this endeavour.
I think my dad had a piece of asbestos on the mantelpiece for a while. A piece of asbestos and and a piece of mica.
Asbestos mines aren’t something I think about usually.