Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
I get dirty.
The ’59’ is just a reference to that work station. Unfortunately the scrappers beat me to this machine–there was not much left besides the 2-ton shell and this control panel.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
A dead belt-o-vator.
“W.N 7-30-86”. Brick Graffiti Series.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.