I woke up this morning thinking about Teddy Burkhardt, the guy from whom I inherited a large chunk of my bowtie collection. As well as a few other good qualities - I hope.
He used to disappear on marvelous adventures to exotic locals that sent us scurrying for the atlas. He'd return home with trinkets and baubles and pictures of strange machinery like the one above.
As a mining engineer it was easier to take the engineer to the mine than the other way around. Resulting in the trips and the photos. He'd go through all the photos with us and if we asked he'd explain the workings of the machinery to us: conveyers, screens, sifters, hoppers and the crusher! Then there were cement plants, and asphalt plants, and quarries, and trucks, and back hoes, and all kindsa big tonka toys!
Daryus from work took me past another jobsite near ours and couldn't figure out why I got so excited by this wierd old piece of machinery in the woods (photo above). He didn't know it looked very much like Teddy's old pictures from the jungle.
The camera I bought in September just registered it's 10,000th photo. If you're dumb enough to ask I'll explain the mechanics of each one when I get back.
Thanks Dad. For everything.
1 comment:
How great is that!
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