Look fly, walk the sky
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After negotiating a path across the broken pavement of ‘Uptown’ and down to the pedestrian ramp of the Birmingham Bridge, which spans the Monongahela River here in Pittsburgh, your humble narrator leaned into it. This scuttle, other than satisfying my curiosity about a thing or two found behind me at the start, was all about working on retraining the musculature in my roadway interface in pursuit of speeding up my striding gait, in this post busted ankle period.
Long story short: Working on getting the spring back into the steps, me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After several months of picking pathways which would exercise other musculature in my roadway interface, which had atrophied during the recovery interval surrounding my shattered left ankle, it’s now the time to start working on the next phase of ‘getting back to normal’ – specifically endurance, and especially speed.
The endurance part is just about being able to keep myself moving, constantly, and not allowing any ‘sit downs’ or ‘quick breaks.’ The speed thing is returning, but I’m not talking about running here – rather I’m shooting for ‘walking with a purpose.’ Prior to the injury, I was moving at (according to my phone) between 2.6 and 3 miles per hour on average and up to 3.5/4 mph when needed. Post injury, my walking speed had dropped down to as low as 1.2 mph.
Over the last six months, I’ve gotten that number back up to 2.3 mph, which is ‘normal’ human walking speed for someone of my height. I’m hoping that by the Spring, I can get that back up to 3 mph, even if only for short bursts. It’ll likely be another year before I can even think about 4 mph.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ll conventionally ‘have a plan’ when going out for a walk, and particularly so in Pittsburgh with its steep hills and ‘cul de sac’ neighborhoods. In the last six months or so, these plans of mine have revolved around whichever physical tortures I can subject myself to in pursuit of getting back into whatever the hell ‘normal condition’ might mean for one such as myself.
The plan on this day was short and open – ‘check out Kirkpatrick Street on foot, and then walk across the bridge.’ ‘Whatever happens on the South Side will be up to serendipity.’ ‘I’d like to have a beer at the end of it and hopefully get a train shot or two.’ That was the entirety of my plan.
I knew where I’d be ending up, at least, at that brewery by the train tracks which has become a regular stop for me when in the area.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This scuttle was perpetrated on the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend, so the city was pretty much depopulated. I’m probably the only person on Earth who misses the COVID lockdowns, as I enjoyed the loneliness, but there you are.
The river was crossed, and I took a moment to scan around and figure out my next set of moves.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That distant ridge line in the shot above is where the South Side Slopes neighborhood is cantilevered out from the hillside and into space.
Those city steps posts which I’ve been showing y’all for a while largely play out up there. The area directly surrounding the Birmingham Bridge’s southern landing is either simply called the South Side or it’s the South Side Works if you want to get all technical and political.
I decided that I’d stick to the shoreline and walk along one of the riverfront trails. Might get to see a train, that way.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot of Birmingham Bridge, and then off I scuttled. I stuck to the shadows, crawled along the edges of buildings, and generally moved along in the ‘spasmodic flying’ type of posture I’m known for.
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Urban Anaphylaxis can be shocking
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing today with a medium length scuttle, one that started at the edge of ‘The Hill’ neighborhood and now continues into the ‘Uptown’ section of Pittsburgh in today’s post.
I’ve been really trying to not ‘deep dive’ into history these days, after spending fifteen years doing so at Newtown Creek. Saying that, I’m led to believe – by the various texts which I’m definitely not diving into – that Uptown was historically a working class and largely Jewish neighborhood. That changed in the post steel environment, and there’s a lot of abandoned and decrepit buildings found there now.
Supposedly, a redevelopment scheme is afoot. Hope so, as this ‘zone’ is fortuitously placed between the very busy and wealthy Oakland and the office buildings of Downtown Pittsburgh. Hope that there’s a plan to include the people who are living here now in this redevelopment… ha, see what I did there – expressed hope that things wouldn’t work out as awfully as they probably will… lol.
It’s got negatives, Uptown does, notably being hemmed in by a couple of nearby and quite busy highway interchanges. It’s also currently kind of ‘crimey,’ according to local residents with whom I’ve conversed.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A dead end street called Allequippa sits on the border between ‘The Hill’ and ‘Uptown,’ and one became intrigued by that yellow house for some reason.
‘Keep on keeping on’ is one of my mottoes, though, so one scuttled forth.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’d be walking over the Birmingham Bridge (pictured above) to the other side of the Monongahela River soon enough, but a few blocks of adjustment to the path were required to aim my carcass at the entrance of its pedestrian lane. Just out of frame to the left, in the shot above, was a homeless encampment of some size and sophistication.
Negotiating the street crossing here is not a comfortable experience, I’d mention. A high volume intersection, with vehicle traffic pouring off of that bridge and also out of Oakland. Luckily, this walk took place on Thanksgiving Weekend, and the city of Pittsburgh was largely empty and somewhat depopulated. Made me miss Covid, actually, this walk.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An intriguing industrial building, seemingly empty, sits at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and the Birmingham Bridge. Burrell Scientific is the name on the painted sign, which also promises availability of all sorts of scientific laboratory related glass products from the company.
According to Google’s AI:
Burrell Scientific is permanently closed and was formerly located in the Uptown area of Pittsburgh at 2223 5th Ave. While the original company is gone, its legacy lives on through its products, such as the iconic Wrist Action® Shaker, which are still available through other suppliers like Reagents. There are also related companies like Burrell Corporation, which is headquartered in the city but focuses on technology solutions, not laboratory equipment.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned, lots of abandoned buildings can be observed here in Uptown. I’ve been told by people who live here that it can be a rough section to live in, particularly so at night.
All will be mended, however, by affordable housing and the loving embrace and good intentions of the real estate industrial complex. Look how great that worked out in Brooklyn and Queens, with the whole ‘affordable housing’ dealie. What could go wrong?
Bah!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Inexorably, one scuttled on. Thump, drag, thump, drag… I try to be aware of the position of the busted ankle while shlepping along. Habit sees me falling back into the sort of gait which emerged during my invalid interval. Thump right foot, drag left foot, etc.
A bit of mental discipline asserts itself here, and an attempt to force the rebelling body parts into obeisance to the command organ is made.
Thump, thump, thump, indeed.
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Hill, and dale
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This particular scuttle began on the corner of Reed and Kirkpatrick Streets, here in Pittsburgh. This intersection is found at the edge of a neighborhood called ‘The Hill.’ Kirkpatrick Street in particular has interested me when driving along its length, due to the near complete abandonment of its building lots. A rideshare was used to drop me off here, and your humble narrator soon found himself kicking dirt and scuttling downwards towards the Monongahela River.
The Hill District is somewhat analogous (yup, comparing Pittsburgh to NYC again, me) to Bedford Stuyvesant in Brooklyn, or Harlem in Manhattan, as far as its cultural significance to the local African American Community. I’m largely ignorant regarding its story.
Visitpittburgh.com offers this primer, but the story of this neighborhood is something that academic careers, and a good amount of jurisprudence, are based on upon. Politics surrounding this topic are apparently generational and quite volatile.
I’m just walking here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Kirkpatrick Street winds down the side of a geographic prominence, heading in a southerly direction towards the bluffs of the Monongahela River, and the Birmingham Bridge which spans it. Oakland, with its universities and hospitals, is just to the east. Downtown, with its office towers and governmental outposts, is to the west. Uptown, with its busted streets and abandoned tenements, lurks squamously at the base of the steep hill which Kirkpatrick twirls about on. Other side of the river? Glad you asked.
Yeah… everything is starting to come into focus.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My stride was halted upon encountering this stout iron cage, affixed to a storm sewer’s open drain. This was peculiar, as its design seemed to lean more towards keeping something inside of the sewer pipe, rather than keeping things out of it. Curious.
What? You don’t notice sewer infrastructure when out and about?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A small Baptist church was observed, tucked into an odd sized lot, and it caught my eye for some reason. Looking out into the verge from either side of the road, building foundations and the remnants of retaining walls were observed.
Your humble narrator was once again the singular pedestrian, incidentally. Plenty of vehicle traffic passed me by, but the only person walking about was encased in a filthy black raincoat.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The weather has turned cold here in Pittsburgh, and this was the first walk of the year in which I had to wear ‘long John’s.’ That’s a layer of thermal underwear, for the colloquially or sartorially challenged. Beyond the underwear, I was encased in my normal mass of swirling black sackcloth, festooned with secure pockets. I’ve lost count of how many there are at this point… pants have something like 8 velcro sealable pockets and the sweatshirt offers 19 zippered/velcro pockets as well as channels for me to run headphone wires through the thing. Local area network guy, that’s me.
A fuligin shroud which adorns and protects the delicate skinvelope of the decaying pre-corpse which ferries my brain about, that’s what my ‘couture’ is. I consider the brain to be ‘me,’ as in that’s where the perception of consciousness resides – ‘between the ears and behind the eyes’ – whereas the jangly limbs and obtuse chemical factory in the belly and chest are perceived as being somehow external to the operation (until something goes wrong). I’m all ‘effed up.
I had the camera bag strapped across my back, of course, and the camera itself was being ‘worn’ beneath the raincoat to protect it from prying eyes, and possible precipitation. I was also wearing the flash orange ball cap which has become my regular ‘cover’ these days. ‘Cover’ is soldier talk for a hat, btw.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator was deeply involved with one of his self deprecating internal monologues, literally beating himself up about something ugly which occurred several decades ago. Whether it was actually my fault or not, I’ve decided to take personal credit as having been the villain of that story. I doubt the other parties would even remember the conflict all these years later.
Regrets, I’ve got a few.
Y’know, this is why I always thought it was silly to assign readings of Dostoyevsky or Camus to students under the age of 20. Regret? What can you possibly regret at that age, as nothing has actually happened to you yet and you haven’t had the time to really screw up enough to cause lasting harm to others?
Late 50’s? Yeah…
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So many axles
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator had to hang about for around about a half hour on a pedestrian bridge over their tracks before Norfolk Southern’s #1181 thundered past the lens, here in the South Side Slopes section of Pittsburgh.
According to the AI at Google – ‘Norfolk Southern locomotive #1181 is a 2019 GE EMD SD70ACe model that was formerly a Progress Rail unit designated as “EMDX 7239”. It is one of the newer locomotives in the Norfolk Southern fleet and was converted to the #1181 number around 2019.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the pedestrian bridge I was standing on, one of several which provide pedestrian egress from the ‘Slopes’ section the ‘South Side Flats’ below. I’ve waved the camera about at this spot a few times, most recently in the post ‘Cage Match, baby.’
Also from Google’s AI, which is now offering up one of my shots in its results… grrr…
Overview
The Norfolk Southern (NS) tracks are located at the base of the South Side Slopes, spanning the area known as the “Flats”. Pedestrian bridges, like the one at S. 10th Street, were built to reconnect the Slopes and Flats after the railroad was established, providing a crucial link for residents to cross the tracks and access either side. These bridges are a response to the steep topography and the physical barrier of the active rail line.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
#1181 was hauling garbage and sewer solids, which – god help me – is something I knew just from looking at the type of containers loaded onto its rail cars. It was heading ‘towards Ohio.’ That bridge is part of the PJ McArdle roadway, as a note.
At any rate, got my NS train shot, so then I moved on and headed down to the South Side Flats area and over to the Sly Fox Brewery, where a bathroom visit and then a pint of beer awaited me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
CSX was unusually not busy on this particular day, and only one of their trains appeared while I was there.
It was #7211, which I’m told is a rebuilt GE CM44AC model locomotive. There you are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I ended up hanging out and chatting with somebody for a while, and after a couple of more beers, it was time to start heading back to Dormont. It gets dark about 4:30-5:00 p.m. out here, at the moment.
Night kind of snuck up on me, but to be fair – I was having a nice time and also drinking beers, so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On my way back to HQ, I noticed a tugboat navigating its way under the Liberty Bridge on the Monongahela River. One last shot.
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All downhill, bro
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Thump, drag, thump, drag, thump, thump, thump…
While walking, the busted ankle loosens up a bit, my gait alters and then all of a sudden it’s like I’m normal again. The rubber bands in the calf and ankle are still angry, sometimes make clicking and popping sounds, and require stretching and lots of exercise to resume normal operations. The South Side Slopes section of Pittsburgh offers a great workout for this, whether you’re heading up or down the hill. I prefer down.
Pictured is the T Light Rail heading away from Pittsburgh towards South Hills Village, passing by while ‘street running.’
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It was a misty day in Pittsburgh, with fog and somnolent clouds. I had railroads on my mind, and decided to head towards a couple of spots where it was likely that a train might pass me by.
Hey, I haven’t got tugboats anymore… well… there’s a few, but it ain’t exactly NY Harbor out here.
As previously mentioned, the physicality I’m working on right now involves quickening my gait. Last September, I broke my left ankle in an accident on a set of stairs at home. The ankle was fairly well shattered, with clean breaks in two bones and a fracture in a third.
Recovery saw me languishing in a wheel chair, as the Docs had ordered ‘no weight bearing.’ A grueling course of ‘PT’ or Physical Therapy then began after about three months of that circle of hell, which got me back on my feet. After the docs ‘released me into the wild,’ I found myself walking about like the Batman villain Penguin for a while, and then painfully moving forward at very slow speeds.
Walks through Pittsburgh over the summer have seen me slowly regaining musculature, speed, and capability. These courses through the South Side Slopes, in particular, have greatly aided one in regaining balance, coordination, stride, and gait as well as a getting back to displaying that devilish savoir faire which I’m known for.
Particularly annoying has been a reservoir of PTSD regarding stairs. Given my masochistic nature, that means I aim myself bodily at stairs now, in the name of exposure therapy.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This time around, it was the German Route stairs I took. Mental struggle with the PTSD was underway just about when this shot was captured. As with any fear, it’s best to just confront it. If you meet Lucifer, don’t be scared, give it a kiss.
On did I scuttle… thump, drag, thump, drag… That’s when I noticed that a Bamboo Forest was setting itself up on an empty lot.
In the distance, a CSX RR unit was transiting along the Monongahela River, which distracted me from the bamboo.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Boy, someone is going to regret letting this get itself set up. Rhiozome based plants like Bamboo are a plague, and will reproduce like wildfire unless their underpinnings are constrained by concrete channels or metal bulwarks, Bamboo is known to spread widely quite quickly, and crowd out all other plantings. Pretty soon, the area it has taken over looks like Viet Nam, and the one thing that rats love more than anything else are Bamboo stands found nearby human habitations.
Y’know, I don’t see that many rats in Pittsburgh.
Groundhogs, red and gray Squirrels, Chipmunks, Voles – that’s what you see a lot of in the rodent arena. Obviously, there’s rats here, but I just don’t observe them as much as I do these other ‘niche’ rodents. Is the omnivore rat population being checked by these other specialists?
Interesting.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Undoubtedly, this area is one where deer go to sleep at night, huddling up in the safety of that bamboo stand. Peculiarly, whereas the rest of the vegetation was dry and entering into ‘winter mode,’ the Bamboo was green and growing. Also interesting.
On I went, down, down, and down.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At the bottom of the City Steps, you encounter a steel bridge which provides pedestrian access over a set of Norfolk Southern rail tracks. This was the setting for my first ‘goal’ on this day’s effort.
Tomorrow will be train day at Newtown Pentacle, so get ready for some Choo-choo.
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