I have the feeling I'm lying on the sand, looking up at the sky through the remains of a giant whale carcass.
Ker-chunk, a nail gun brings me out of my reverie. Ker-chunk, ker-chunk.
Another day, another stage. Blink, and you'll miss it.
Pretty amazing, really, considering that no crane was used to put these trusses in place. It's all done by hand with a few step ladders, some string, and a mighty sense of balance.
Is that an analogue nail gun I see?
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