My first glance out the window yesterday morning was a little hazy, but as I cracked the door to let Bandit outside to do his morning business, I noticed a tree trimming crew stalking the neighborhood. Eager to get a chance to flex my photojournalistic videography skills, I donned a jacket, grabbed my video gear and bounced out of the house just a couple steps behind my hairy four legged beast. The tree trimming crew only rolls through the neighborhood once every three years in order to keep the local forest from disabling the power lines, yet Providence saw fit for me to be in the right place at the right time yesterday morning! Just another example of the special blessings which continue to fall into my path even as the pains of life nips at my heels. Photo montage and video after the jump.
Though I led a mostly white color professional working career that found me shaking hands with state governors and rubbing shoulders with city mayors, I’m no Paper Lion when it comes to a working man’s issues since I was once a dues paying member of the Teamster’s Union (Local 891). Fluent in the language of labor, I quickly established a relationship with the blue collar tree cutting crew and was granted front-row access to film their toils, greatly helping in the composition of that which follows.