With the aid of a crane all the second floor joists floated down onto the frame.
As each was locked into place this home grew more and more stable… any sign of movement disappeared. She became “solid as a rock”.
I’m always torn with the use of a crane. For certain they require less physical effort on the individuals who build these homes. So, there is that.
But there is also something lost… for one thing… silence. A diesel engine runs constantly. Everything else is drowned out. There is no conversation, no sound of masons striking their chisels, no birds signing in the background.
And the focus of the work becomes the crane… it must be fed. Men become servants of the machine. All attention is given to getting the job done, there is no time for savoring the now… enjoying the moment… or seizing the day.
Originally posted 2015-04-13 14:29:44.