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rfmcdonaldThis time, I approached the R.C. Harris Water Treatment Plant from the east, scrambling down from the end of Queen Street East to the shoreline and then scrambling part of the way back up to the grassy lawn of the planet.
This whole complex, poised on the hillside on what had been southwesternmost Scarborough overlooking a Lake Ontario stretching out past the horizon, evokes for me Los Angeles' Griffiths Observatory. It's a place in the city but not of the city, with 1930s architecture providing a base for people to sit and contemplate eternity. It's beautiful.
This whole complex, poised on the hillside on what had been southwesternmost Scarborough overlooking a Lake Ontario stretching out past the horizon, evokes for me Los Angeles' Griffiths Observatory. It's a place in the city but not of the city, with 1930s architecture providing a base for people to sit and contemplate eternity. It's beautiful.
