Chaos and Tragedy                        Life always hangs by a thread, which we ignore so we can go on, scurrying about seeking, until our time comes. At the scene for Engineering New Record Magazine on November 29, 1989. A sobering moment in photo Journalism for me. I still feel the somber and confused atmosphere as first responders search the ruined concrete, metal and crumbling debris of the fallen tower crane.
From the NY Times:
"At least five people were killed here this morning when a construction crane collapsed in the financial district, slamming into two nearby buildings, crushing several cars and two buses and leaving the area strewn with twisted metal, crushed concrete and shattered glass. City officials said the dead included three construction workers, a pedestrian and the driver of a small school bus that transports handicapped children to special education classes around the city. The bus had dropped off several children a block from the scene, officials said. One boy who would normally have been aboard at the time of the accident did not go to school today because of a tonsillectomy."
Spilling the Blood of Our Earth        A waste, THE waste of a thousand poisons dumped on the places we call home... The only place we have. The blood, the oil, the gas, the awful toxic mess we need to run our lives, ruin our lives. So UN-pretty, I have to cry when I overcome the shock of seeing this through the X-Ray of my minds eye.

Helluva Job          Fearlessly climbing to fix that which cannot be fixed a thousand feet in the air as the lightning cracks all around, the tower remains, invincible, as we cannot believe our eyes.

Industrial Dilemma       Craning to see crane confusion, putting ships back together and taking the machines apart. How do we REALLY get anything done.   

Carbon Footprint         Squeezing fossil fuels from rocks, burning our air, The suffocation, the relentless decay.

Smoking Sunbeam         The sun strikes the already too bright to look at welding flash, as acrid smoke rises and the bond is made. The iron workers seem milling around, but that does not belie the tasks that preoccupy them. Progress is made, the cost, the payment, the value ever growing, ever crumbling.

Welding the Deck        Burning torches bind the floor so concrete can be poured. Smoke arising and rust immediately tugs at reality to say it will, sleeplessly, take away our detritis, eventually.

Power Broker       Power plants, electricity flowing, elaborate cooling the heated mechanisms of ubiquitous power, surround us and lull us into a waking sleep.

Angie Cracking        Portraits of a beauty screaming that her cracks are cracking.

Crab Grab        The catch of the day, sorting and picking the crab of your hearts desire to adorn the table and delight the pallet, as we feast away.

Work Boat Queen      Hand me a line, Wonder Woman on the River, The water runs deep, as waters are churning. We look for the silver lining.

City Welder        Building a city, growing to cover every square inch, welding us together, we build a dream... or a nightmare.

I am Falling             High above the not so ancient pyramid, I fall through space, aghast at the hardness waiting. The noise becomes silence and I hang there, breathless. I have fallen and I can't get up.

Port to Port       San Francisco to Oakland, the Bay between, cutting through the haze of the fog, I see a beauty in the ugly that is elusive without the vantage point of our temporary nature.

Electric City          Watching the rare lightning from my porch, I try to capture the sense of minuteness I feel. Surrounded by the vastness of nature, knowing that something lies beyond, so vast, my little pee brain gets exhausted and must moves on.

Isolation                   Wandering, alone, a similar companion appears, a plant, a brother and sister in being within oneself.

Lightning My Life        Electrical city spread out before me, taking a gigantic spark on the mountain with the tower, The beauty of the sunset is overpowered by the majesty of the almighty encroachment into the neighborhood.

Living on the Edge of Tomorrow        Humdrum humming on my knees, the guy lights up while the acetylene cuts through the clarity to muddle the cantankerous guy's take on why we are here.

You Expect Me to... What?         Trespassing on the Duck Deck, I am greeted with disdain for my humanity. Well, I can be indignant too!

Suspension         Sun glare blinding, hanging above a death defying span, the trajectory of my life becomes apparent as we spin in circles at speeds my precarious position does not allow me to feel.

Crew Boat     Crowded on a boat, crossing the river to work they go, seeing if the day will bring the thing they need.

The Sacrilegious Sacrament to the River      A tanker toy floating, fueling the heating of the world. As bridges go up, and come down. We are watching and melting as I witness from the sky. Belying this strange and terrible beauty.

Beware of Dawg       Territorial, defending his turf, The killer dawg, snarls, barks and growls a warning that if you get closer, you will be honor bound to stroke his silky fur. After consuming the obligatory treat.

Stairing at Work                 Unhooking the stair one hundred feet up, hanging, helpless to tons of steel. The iron of your will enjoys a moment of exhilaration before the inevitable humdrum evaporates your soul.

Take me to the Pilot         On the Strait of Juan de Fuca, passing our ferry in the light of exploration, moving along an inevitable path, I see something else.. A wave of anticipation.

The Library of Ocean Angels           On the balcony above the great waters, the angels watching down, the ship of Fate works its way along as I ponder where to find the answers to the only questions we can have.

"Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright..."         In my forest of the night, I see his need to eat, as I see mine, the power in his symmetry, I not only see, but feel as well.

Star Trooper Dizzerarium          Around and round we go, where we stop, nobody knows.

Teamwork #1       Pulling hard to make it smooth, the gang is together in their desire to get it done right. Covered in hardening muck and breathing the dust, undaunted, we just walk on their work.

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