The following completes the story I started on May 25, Strength Revealed.
One reinforced cement section delivered to site…
I don’t know the actual weight, but it required 2 cranes to cradle this section into position…
Steel cables, hook, pulleys, etc.
One crane just barely…barely…cleared the overhang of the first parking deck…
The primary entrance ramp to our office garage is undergoing a major rebuild. I spoke with one of the engineers who told me the short version of what needs to be done. What amazed me most was not the materials being used [steel], but the forces impressed on each steel structure to make sure everything stays in place.
The “L” brackets look like overgrown shelf brackets. They’re attached to the side of the building with bolts that run through to the other side.
The top part of each cantilever [the “L” bracket] is also bolted to a length of I-beam steel. The beams look like tracks with missing sections; nothing though is missing here on the inside of that ramp wall. In engineer-speak, “form follows function.”
The panels that are the ramps are also big and heavy. Very heavy. One of the challenges is where and how to position a crane to offload a panel. Parts of the street are suspect because of storage rooms and passages lying beneath. The weight of the crane, the truck and equipment can very well “drop” into a hole of its own making.
An anchor point for the ramp…
I suppose someone helped a vine or tree limb grow like a corkscrew. On the other hand, maybe this is a message from Mother Nature and she’s telling us of the stress we’re subjecting her to.
This image shows part of a very large oak limb horizontally spanning about 30-feet [9-meters]. Growing straight up from this limb is a host of small branches that look a lot like saplings. Usually I see such saplings on the forest floor, but this is the first time I’ve seen them emerging from a limb.
I’m not an arborist, so just maybe this is all part of a seasonal norm…
It’s not difficult to dislike the brutal cold [7F with -10 windchill]. In spite of that, I find a quality that transcends visual beauty.
The cold makes things hold fast. It’s a natural form of “stop-motion” for inanimate objects. And a few animated ones as well vis-a-vis, birds stoically perched in a tangle of shrubs enduring both the cold and the wind.
For a brief instance—and I mean brief—I’m part of the landscape with camera in hand. The cold forces me to hunker down, to pull tighter the collar of my jacket, the hat on my head, the gloves that now feel powerless to the temperature as my fingers start to numb.
Winter is a beautiful time of year for me.
“Unable to perceive the shape of You,
I find You all around me.
It humbles my heart,
For You are everywhere.”
Excerpt from Guillermo del Toro’s film, The Shape of Water.
We may complain if not wonder about these temperature shifts one day to the next. I don’t mind; the shifts randomly change my office views, especially in the morning.