out of site, out of (my) mind.

out of site?
yep.
the mutha-b!tchin' job site, y'all.
tractors, an' that.
the boulders are set up to get rolled,
and the gravel is well-crushed and ready, too.
site work, my ninjas.
real manly construction action, all up in here.
check the teleport:

bobcat thunder!!!!
trees were fallin',
chainsaws were rippin',
and whole hunks of earth got pushed and powered around.
earth works, duders.
hills and ditches and scraped-over stumps.
a couple days worth, even.
i mean,
we've got equipment parked outside.

that's some homeowner hottness.
the wide woodsly shed is gonna sit right over here:

c'mon.
with the sexy big boulder border?
uh-huh.
it IS sexy.
that's alongside the house,
as it's very own windbreak.
new englandy wood burning, outbuilding freshness.
we doo-doo that,
with the help of mr. tony harmon.
one man and his semi-heavy equipment has done more
in one day,
than me and my duders with some shovels have in months.
power, kids.
diesel power.
manly.
there're northwoods accents abounding.
both on site and linguistically.
ayuhp.
that means yeah in old new england speak.
i've heard it spoken true to the old days.
today, even.
the good old days are happening as we speak.
and we wouldn't want to miss out,
now would we?
construction.
destruction.
planning and powering.
all. really. happening;
never quiet, never soft.....