Why do I have a picture of a pneumatic drill on my blog?

The crane to lift the pneumatic drill, originally uploaded by GavinBell.

Today me, my husband, and his brother drove down the beach to Apalachicola. This is a quaint, picturesque town about twenty-five miles from Port St. Joe. The town's antebellum homes are on streets that are lined with large, oak trees that feel as though they are going to envelope you into another time and place as you drive down the main streets. The spanish moss hangs like tinsel falling off of Christmas trees. The town caught my heart and my imagination. It captured the imaginations of the men that I was with as well. It had nothing to do with the homes, the colors, or the trees. No, it had to do with the large, pneumatic, crane and drill that was hammering a huge post into the water. We pulled off, sat there in the car for probably 20 minutes while watching these men working on this drill.
It was very comical to see other men also stop to stare at the site. There were two women and a man riding bikes down the street in front of the drill. I watched them, as my guys couldn't take their eyes off of the drill, and the women never moved their heads towards the action of the drill loudly pounding into the water. The man on the bike about ran off the road trying just to gain a glimpse of the magic going on in front of us. It was amazing to me to see this play out.  I felt like I was at the park watching the little boys play in the sandbox.
I am grateful that God has made us different, as men and women. There are times that I do not understand those differences. Sometimes, like today, I see it in a vivid manner. At other times, I just think it is "his quirks." God has made us different for different purposes. I hope that as I continue to notice these differences, that I also thank God for them instead of grumble, like I tend to do.