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This brade new CAT 637E2 Scraper was being prepared for delivery to a power station where it would be used for moving coal from the stockpile into the station itself. It has been modified with a extended body to enable it to carry a larger load, photgraphed by me at the Finning Depot on the A5, Cannock, Stafforshire in June 1998.
Cat D10T pushes Cat 631E scraper as three other scrapers position to be loaded. US 59 project, Douglas County, KS. Ames Construction-contractor.
We get off, and immigration is now mostly automated, and we were through in ten minutes.
Baggage took somewhat longer, as Jools' bright yellow case was last off. We just had to find the driver for our transfer. But he wasn't there.
90 minutes passed, and still no driver. Jools was beginning to feel unwell, which made matters seem worse.
I was then going out to the taxi rank, when a black guy asked us if we needed a cab.
We did.
He would charge us %68, which was the going rate, but it was clear he wasn't a licensed driver. We shouldn't have gone with him, but we did.
He took us to the freeway, then towards the commercial district, down the ever more crowded freeway, with the massive scrapers making a solid skyline to the left.
But they got us to the hotel, in one piece, and they didn't murder us. Which was nice.
As we walked into the hotel, Jools had to hold back a barf, and so we were quickly checked in, and poor Jools is asleep now, but has colour returning to her cheeks.
But we are here, and later, I meet a friend.
Jools went straight to bed once we were checked in.
She soon fell fast asleep, and I pottered around in the room, catching up on things and writing the previous blog post.
In a further twist, as it being in Chicago wasn't exciting enough, I had managed to arrange to meet a long time Flickr friend of mine, Mark aka Photons Fail Me.
Jools had spent the time since arriving, when not being sick, trying to get her phone to be able to call Mark, but it failed. But once in the hotel room, I had the internet working, and so we swapped messages on Twitter, and arranged to meet at six.
Jools wasn't well enough to come out, so I got ready, and just before six I got a call, it was Mark; they had arrived.
I went down.
Its hard to state how odd it is to meet someone for the first time, and yet you also meet as longtime friends, knowing what each other likes, their backstory and so on.
So we hug, and I say, I need a coffee.
Mark does a Google search and finds there is a Starbucks 160 feet away. It is in the base of the John Hancock tower, which is beside the hotel, the second tallest building in the city.
I have a large spiced pumpkin latte with an extra shot, and soon beginning to feel human again, we walk down the street and the big question is do we want to eat? What do we want to eat?
The area around the hotel is all designer shops and decent food seems impossible, but just of Michigan Avenue is a great piza place, Gino's East, home of the world famous deep pan pizza.
It was two blocks away.
We walk there, wait in line to get a table, the 15 minute wait turned out to be two. We get shown to a booth.
Mark and I order a medium deep dish, meat lovers or something for me. Abbey orders burger and fries, which I think will be actual burgers and fries. But when it comes, it is ground beef, pickles and fries. On a pizza.
The medium pizzas are huge.
I do eat two thirds of mine, but the crusts and last two slices went uneaten. I could have taken the leftovers in a goddy bag, but not sure if it would have made Jools ill just smelling it, so I left it.
We walk back up Michigan, past two young black children sleeping under cardboard on the side of the sidewalk. This is Trump's America. I was the only one who looked at them.
Shocked.
I went back to the five star hotel, took the elevator to our floor, and after talking with Jools for a while, we went to bed.
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i built a little stone tower and used a long exposure to blur the waves, i think it kind of looks like its above the clouds.
Took this photo while I was in Toronto visiting my family and seeing my Granddaughter Chloe. Toronto is a city of skyscrapers and getting bigger all the time!
Great tool for getting under latches and under seams of electronic products.
A piece of cardboard, butter knife, or maybe a plastic paint scraper. Get creative.
Pictures taken from a kite above Zwoelferhorn, St. Gilgen Austria. Fun flying at the cloud line on top of a 1521 meter mountain.
Shrader-Weaver Woods.
These Poplars are over two hundred feet tall.
In 1974 our family donated a 108 acre old-growth forest and homestead to The Nature Conservancy. The land had been part of a farm in our family since about 1800.