Uncle C

My Uncle C has a neat job.  He supervises construction projects.  This means that he gets to watch heavy machinery do its dirty work every dadgum day!  To get my heavy machinery "fix," I have to flip through my "trucks" board book.  Knowing this, Uncle C recently sent me some photos he took at work.  They are supposed to supplement my board book education until I can get to Texas and see the real thing.  I've decided to share those two photos.

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