The view from my office window changed dramatically last week and I am fascinated. Each morning, as I walk up the hill to my building, I watch the slow and elegant movement of the construction cane that towers above both the dormitory across the street and the office building nearby.
My fascination with cranes started years ago, when I lived in Houston and the local newspaper interviewed one of the few female crane operators. Her description of her day, climbing the steps each morning to spend an 8-hour day high above the rest of the world, transformed a piece of machinery into a place where someone works, laughs, and has coffee breaks (on a small table outside the cab...which still leaves me with a 'how in the world...?!?' wonder).
This particular crane is the first one with which I've had more than a passing relationship, as this one is up close and personal for the foreseeable future. I've already read how cranes are transported and erected, the costs (shipping, leasing, and renting) associated with their use, the maximum load, and the names for various components.
And I wonder...when is it we lose the innate curiosity and awe about the world around us? And how much of that loss is attributable to the way we teach?
In the meantime, I put "bring binoculars to work" on my list of things to do.