There he is again. This is the third time today. I keep finding him in my scans–hiding behind some tree or peeking around a corner. I keep an eye out while I’m in the field, but I’ve never caught him in the act.
I’ve gotten used to it over the years, but it still gives me a shock to see his face half blocked by whatever object he chose to hide behind. He moves around so quickly, too.
He only watches. He doesn’t bother me or impede my work, other than the inconvenience of cleaning him out of the point cloud later in the office. He’s always wearing a hard hat when he’s supposed to and he’s never standing in any off-limits areas. I just wish I could catch him in the act to see what he’s up to.
He must have some kind of personal life, although I doubt that because he seems to be at almost every one of my job sites. Even when I’m out in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe he needs a friend. I can tell when he’s had a long, hard day by the droop in his stance. I can tell when he needs to shave. I could tell a few years ago when he needed to go on a diet–and then when the diet started working.
He’s getting sloppy, though, and this gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, I can figure out who this quiet stranger is lurking in the shadows of my point clouds… and see if he could at least give me a hand with all this gear.