After digging a trench, burying the water pipes, and refilling it the entire length of the block on our side of the street, they began laying the new sewer pipes on the other side of the street.
After that, they began installing innocent-sounding laterals, the pipes that run to the private plumbing systems of each house. That requires removing a good bit of your front yard.
All summer, they have been painting things on the sidewalks and putting flags on the lawn to indicate where to dig and where not to. Wye is simply a spelling out of the letter Y, indicating a pipe that branches off a main line.
The before picture. We were hoping these indicated the limits of the trench.
We were wrong; the whole front sidewalk, which we finally had leveled two years ago, came out.
They knew where the main internet fiber line was, but not how it branched to individual houses. Fiber optics don't do well when confronted with a backhoe. They came and fixed it right away. Now, our path to the internet lies on the surface with the junction box about a foot from the torn-up street.
An unusual three-box tower.
The current state of Central Street. Half meter diameter pipes started showing up in everyone's yard. Hard to believe they still have room.
Wyes of some sort?
Also scattered about are giant concrete castings with holes conspicuously the same size as those big pipes.
It's been pretty noisy this week.
The Crackon has two hand-drilled .27mm pinholes, on the axis and 11mm above it, 45mm from a 6x6cm frame. The film is my last roll of vintage Fuji NS160. I finally broke down and mixed a new C41 kit.
