So after living in a women's monastic community for any length of time (I've been here 12 days now), you start to miss seeing men around. (UPDATE: Just kidding, kinda. I speak for myself alone; I'm sure the nuns are fine with it.)
This morning, on our desert day, I walked out and into the little village nearby.
The man was unloading his huge black shiny MERCEDES truck and I actually stopped to ask if I might take a picture of it.
He thought I wanted him to pose.
He snapped the cement platot (English?) onto the crane's cables,
and up it went.
The worker waiting to fit it into place on the new house actually walked UNDER it.