Chance CravenDocumentary Photographer
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2002

My first job was pouring concrete.

White rubber boots, board shorts and a boss who demanded we do it right.

2002

I thought I had it made.

My first job out of high school was pouring concrete. I thought I had it made.

  • Mornings knee deep in mud, setting forms, catching edges
  • Some days we poured 50 or 60 yards
  • A boss who demanded we do it right
  • At 19, my own concrete company pouring driveways and sidewalks
Mixer truck backed up to the pour at blue hour while two finishers wait with tools
Worker in orange bends to tie rebar in a footing trench
Ironworker in a white hard hat kneels over a rebar cage
Carpenter swings a hammer into wood formwork overhead
Ready-mix truck feeding an orange concrete pump boom beside a parking deck
Laborer guides the pump hose as concrete drops into a footing
On your job site

Why it still matters

  • I know where not to stand
  • I know when to stay out of the way
  • I know how much a good crew carries on a hard day

I used to dream of being a builder. Now I take pictures of the things people build.

Two workers on a column form reach up to guide a crane-hung concrete bucket
Worker in a yellow hard hat at the chute of a Port City Concrete mixer
Mixer discharging onto a fresh wet slab as the crew works the edge
Crew spread across a glistening fresh slab with the mixer behind them
Two laborers bent over, hands working wet concrete in a trench
Two workers crouched at a fresh concrete pier, one holding a hammer, sharing a laugh
Smiling worker in an orange shirt and dusty hard hat on site
Foreman in a hi-vis vest leaning on a form board in front of a mixer
Two worn tool belts hanging on a hook on a cured concrete wall
Three men in hard hats and vests walk away across the site
Mixer truck silhouetted against a golden sunset over a pond

I'm comfortable on your job site.

Your crew keeps working while I stay out of the way.

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