Matt and Heidi represent

They are overexposed in this photo but not over-exposed in the skyways despite their frequent appearances. Matt and Heidi will sign you up for MNPass, as they did me a couple of months ago. And boy am I a happy customer of the diamond lane. It used to be called the sane lane when it was free. Now it is called the HOV lane. Say hi to these guys. They can explain it to you.

The muse of security

I photographed her a year ago and she is still serenely keeping the peace in the Medical Arts building.

Nelson Aldrich, at your service

Nelson is tops on my list of interesting skyway people, even though he is a doorman on 9th Street. You have to give me a little slack here to include him, but he ranks right up there after 26 years in downtown. I have admired his hat for the full year of skyway photo blogging. He animates the sidewalk with courtly panache. I want to know his take on the comings and goings of the comers and goers at the Medical Arts building. Don't you? Of course you do. Here, let me get the door for you for once, Nelson!

What a skyway looks like from outside

This beauty crosses 9th right next to the Medical Arts Building and Hell's Kitchen. It's from the doo-dad school of design. I will catalog all the schools of skyway design through the ages soon. Starting from the terrazo and steam-heat era of the 1960s through the airport inspired vacuity of the 1990s up to the most recent, and possibly last, bit of build up around St. Thomas. Many styles, but all damn sturdy, glassy and sober. Just like your aunt from Maple Grove.

Fog shrouds the building mass

And reminds us that heaven might be a very vague place.

You knew there was a pony under there somewhere...

Not to be missed...the Wells Fargo History Museum. Especially if you have some kids and an hour to kill.

How many orange barrels does it take...

To hold down a tarp on 6th Street? This is the Minnesota road repair version of earmuffs, earflaps, muffler and scarf all worn together. Just in case.

Oh, I know there is a tiger pit under the tarp, and that is the reason for what looks like excessive zeal on the street workers part. But let me have my fun.

Approaching Downtown from the West

The skyline barely emerges from the vast bowl of baseball.

Waiting for the news

You can often find camera crews stationed in the Government Center like lions waiting for the wounded gazelles of news interest to appear. If you are looking for a place to eat your lunch, the Public Service Level has some nice benches, ficus trees, an atrium higher than a gothic cathedral roof, and lots of predatory/prey business afoot for the curious public mind.

Sit

Chairs are the counterpart to skyways. The opposite, the complement, the spouse and foil, the doppleganger of the spirit of the skyways. If you can't skyway, then chairway. I just coined that term. "Do you want to go grab a beer?" "Naw, I think I'm just gonna chairway for a while here, maybe watch American Idol."

When I first started long haul treks in the skyways, there were times suspended in the fugue of space where I would have paid to have a chair available. The skyways impose an inexorable falling-forwardness, a pace often dictated by the surge of appetites borne on the wave of office borgs in front of and behind you. I might document the few seating places intrinsic to the skyways there are. Such as there are, they are usually quite nice.

Winter light, undulant curtain walls

The city disappears into a mirage of itself. It does not deny its illusions, but braids and wreathes them with hypnotic variation.

Composition with snobot

From the warmth of the transparent tunnels through the sky, I see winter unfold its white and grey tapestry. Here a skittering red sno bot sweeps arabesques of white lace across the dark ground.