Those who follow my blog know I was invested in the fate of the Island Station structure in St. Paul. Today, I reflect on that passage with a camera photo I took today that I am calling “All That Remains”. The second picture is from the Fall photo shoot.
Even as I write this, Island Station Power Plant, built in the 1920’s and the scene of my Fall photo-shoot and escapade, is being torn down. The city of St. Paul, its council deadlocked on preservation, ended up selling the plant to a developer. The grand dame on the river, home to all manner of folks- including artists- will soon be a ghost. My “if I had a few million, I would create a new art colony” fantasy is truly just that.
I want this place saved for artists. If I had buckets of money, I would buy it. You are all welcome. I have formed this recent, rather formidable attachment and cannot stay away. This relic from the 1920’s will be sold (rumors) or torn down. Whatever happens, it will be sanitized, made pretty, landscaped and condominimized (like that?!) and I will not be able to afford, nor will want to go there any more. I suppose that is why I cling to it now and will continue to do so, until thrown out, locked up, or there is nothing left.