There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
Camera: Pentax 67. Film: Kodak Ektar 100.
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.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.