I keep coming back to this photo. I remember that day, in Gilbert, Minnesota, in the Iron Range. I’m a girl of the Southwest, of the prairie and the plains, not familiar with the culture of the North, the taconite mines, and the rocky outcroppings that line Lake Superior. I was both local and outsider, Minnesotan and and yet not a northerner, familiar, and stranger. But one thing that ties us all together is community, family. No matter where I’ve travelled, thats something everyone wants, that’s universal - a sense of belonging.