To bring attention to pollution, namely that of the ocean-type, Surfrider Foundation has created a delectable assortment of hand-harvested oceanic delights.
“…they collected actual trash from beaches around the U.S., packaged it like food, and left it on display at farmer’s markets. It’s site-specific, appropriate, impacting, meaningful, shocking, and an actual consumer insight into the very act they’re in the middle of. Someone about to buy fish from the same ocean as the trash in their hands can’t help but be at least a little more enlightened as to how pollution isn’t someone else’s problem.”
This led me to think: what do we actually harvest directly from the earth and market in Windsor besides salt? I don’t think I’ve lived “in” Windsor long enough to come up with an answer. Any ideas?
Note the sarcastic descriptions on the packages.
Josh, you pose a good question:
What exactly is our local economy, if we consider things that are uniquely here and not able to come from anywhere else?
I believe Windsor only has salt and some of the greatest (and flatest) arable land in the country.
While I haven’t lived in other cities, I believe Windsor has a significant (but unknown) history in urban farming. If you’ve ever been behind Central Mall and down its back alley (approaching Ypres) you’ll see a small farming plot maintained by Italian emigrants since the 1960’s. There’s also been corn grown out by Tecumseh and Lauzon and I believe other crops longside Huron Church. I just think it’s interesting to see how the city landscape has encapsulated these farms and how they now act as a visual resistance to urban sprawl.
I’ve never seen this small farming plot behind Central mall, but then I guess I’ve never looked there. This is fantastic information. I really like this idea of these farms acting as a visual resistance to urban sprawl, and also commercial resistance, agro-resistance, etc.
We should map these plots ((and maybe Fed-Up’s plots) and maybe even potential sites for gardening plots) on that google map we started.
One time I caught a 3-eyed fish in the Detroit River. It had a third eye growing above/on top of another one.