I love the old freight elevator in Cleveland’s ArtCraft Building.

I love that the elevator operator’s shirt matched the red walls.

I love the fact that there are still people employed as elevator operators in an age where automation is the rule.

“It’s my second day on the job,” he told me. Only day two, and the guy had already seen plenty of action. The day before, a photographer with a studio in the building photographed a musician and her cello in the elevator. He didn’t bat an eye when I asked if I could photograph him.

I was there to shoot another assignment, but I couldn’t pass this up, because this slice of Americana could be gone tomorrow.