Wrestling Giants

Last week was an intense one that those of us who were on-site at the grain elevator from sunrise to sunset can likely still feel in our bones.  The erraticness of fall weather fell upon Omaha, and not even the towering concrete grain elevator could shield us.  But 13 giant windsails had to be hung, and the crew of iron workers at Davis Erection were excited to do it.  Day One only saw one banner up, while the kinks of hanging such a thing from 110′ in the air were worked out and the afternoon brought 50mph winds.  Those of us watching from the ground couldn’t feel the wind, but we could see it as the lift cages smashed up against the silo wall.  Even iron workers know when to say No.

Day two brought us three more banners – Aerial Production, Corn as Commodity, and Speak Up for Small Farms, and the iron workers had it down: hoist the banner up as one long 20′ roll draped across two lifts, drill in the screws along the top edge, and let go as the banner unfurls down the front of the silo. Bam. Color.  Both lifts would simultaneously work both edges, screwing in through the grommets and tugging the banner taut to the silo



Day three managed Corn Cob, Tomatoes, and Oglala.  Then the rain came.


Day Four was a nail biter with wicked wind and rain that the iron workers ignored for long enough to install Drive Shed.  It wasn’t pretty and iron workers left soaked to the bone.














Day Five was a hustle, bringing into existence Hourglass (which has already been redesigned for reprint as the dots were not large enough to convey the illusion of pinching the silo.  The one currently hanging will be repurposed into Freitag-like bags for sale to cover the cost of reprint), Bacon, Diminishing Returns and Battery on the north end.  After lunch, both lifts moved to the far south silo – the one we’d been ignoring for a whole week – the precarious position next to I-80, open to winds and whirling traffic, and difficult positioning for the lifts operating from the ground.  After the lift was stuck in the rain produced mud a couple of times, a resulting hydraulic leak, and winds funneled down the I-80 corridor, iron workers said No again and we moved Cultivator to the northern most silo.  We intend to eventually move Cultivator where it belongs – next to I-80 – so the play on scale and infrastructure that it so stunningly creates with I-80 can happen.