Something different
No! Not different ‘cause again, another moment in my day-to-day.
Rarely Do I come here but this day I volunteered to do so. My job is mainly to secure this uncertain load of broken boards on a flat-top truck. Board up the sides and nail them to whatever I can, then strap down and delegate the 45 minute trip to others.
As they say, a change is as good as a holiday so I decided to deliver it myself because I had my camera with me. Selfish aren’t I?
This is the Rocky Point Sugar Mill/Bio mass electricity mill. Green waste only.
Keeping the obligatory four meters from danger as the Manitou unloads the truck and piles it up, awaiting the bloody great Grabber above, to be shredded, burnt and creating power. Mill/Bio electricity plant that feeds on green waste and sends power into our electricity grid..
This load is small fry because fifteen hours a day, bloody great bulk carriers arrive here to unload green waste and they have to queue-up, and like myself, stop on the weighbridge on the way in and on the way out. It costs, to dump here but by far a small percentage of cost as opposed to the land-fill sites. A mere 3.12 tonne of scrap aboard, in accordance with the 'outward-bound' print-out on the weighbridge.
Even here, where it is full-on, one can still get a laugh and a chuckle.
The operator of the Manitou noticed I had a camera and he came over, stuck his head out of the window and asked me if I was taking snaps. “Why else would I have a camera in hand?”
He said something like “Next time, I’ll poke out my head from the cabin and smile”
Me.. “Next time you can stop, get out of the cabin and bow”
He and I had a bloody good belly laugh.
There is always room for laughter if one finds cause and I always find such cause.
It makes the day.
I merely find myself mixing with reality each and every day and it is just so comforting.
Something different
No! Not different ‘cause again, another moment in my day-to-day.
Rarely Do I come here but this day I volunteered to do so. My job is mainly to secure this uncertain load of broken boards on a flat-top truck. Board up the sides and nail them to whatever I can, then strap down and delegate the 45 minute trip to others.
As they say, a change is as good as a holiday so I decided to deliver it myself because I had my camera with me. Selfish aren’t I?
This is the Rocky Point Sugar Mill/Bio mass electricity mill. Green waste only.
Keeping the obligatory four meters from danger as the Manitou unloads the truck and piles it up, awaiting the bloody great Grabber above, to be shredded, burnt and creating power. Mill/Bio electricity plant that feeds on green waste and sends power into our electricity grid..
This load is small fry because fifteen hours a day, bloody great bulk carriers arrive here to unload green waste and they have to queue-up, and like myself, stop on the weighbridge on the way in and on the way out. It costs, to dump here but by far a small percentage of cost as opposed to the land-fill sites. A mere 3.12 tonne of scrap aboard, in accordance with the 'outward-bound' print-out on the weighbridge.
Even here, where it is full-on, one can still get a laugh and a chuckle.
The operator of the Manitou noticed I had a camera and he came over, stuck his head out of the window and asked me if I was taking snaps. “Why else would I have a camera in hand?”
He said something like “Next time, I’ll poke out my head from the cabin and smile”
Me.. “Next time you can stop, get out of the cabin and bow”
He and I had a bloody good belly laugh.
There is always room for laughter if one finds cause and I always find such cause.
It makes the day.
I merely find myself mixing with reality each and every day and it is just so comforting.