Archive for April 2023
Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
“Project flowing water” is starting to shape up a bit, as far as the camera settings thing which I’ve been talking about for a while. I won’t bore you, but I think that I’ve just about figured out to get water shots looking the way I want them to.
Obviously, there’s a whole set of approaches to the oceanic and harbor conditions of NYC that were developed over a long period of time. That’s a different kind of flowing water, though. Tidal is a lot different than running, as I’ve found out.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The same set of rock steps are in the shot above and below, which are the first ones that I’ve really been able to produce what I have in mind.
It’s actually quite complicated, getting the motion blur in some areas and seeing streaks of texture in others. If you click through to the larger incarnation of this shot at Flickr, you’ll see what I mean. Especially if you read this on your phone.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s not just exposure triangle either. There’s a bunch of ‘machinations in the field’ during capture that have to be part of the plan. Ultimately, if you’re not willing to experiment a bit, you should stick to the rivers and lakes you’re used to instead of chasing waterfalls.
LOL.
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Unknown Country
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
“Nature wants to kill you.” You look tasty to all other creatures, and it’s probably in your best interest to just up and slaughter any animal, insect, or vegetable that you might meet – just in case, and in the name of self preservation. Additionally, there’s a reason our ancestors paved over everything. Further, who in their right mind would want to sleep in a tent – by choice when they don’t have to – in the middle of the woods where there’s bears and Sasquatchs and all kinds of crazy running around in the dark. There’s probably a cache of feral children on the loose out here, howling and scratching about amongst the trees.” That’s what I was thinking when visiting the Hollow Oaks nature trail recently.
As you may gather, a walk in a nature preserve was recently on the menu here in Pittsburgh. There were trees, and a couple of quick running streams of some sort – creeks, runs, something. My shoes became very dirty, and were soon covered in mud. The sun light… the sun light was dappled.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was on high alert as always in case I had to engage “maximum boogey” runaway mode, and I’ll admit to scanning the tree line for evidences of that monstrous pig/dog hybrid reported to inhabit the deeply forested valleys of Western Pennsylvania which is called the Squonk. The world is a terrifying place full of existential and unknown threats, especially so in areas where nature has not been conquered and reshaped with hammers and scythes. Walls, and doors that lock, keep the Elks out when you sleep.
Seriously though, this was a really nice and low intensity trail through a protected conservation area which winds around a patch of woods and several streams, ultimately joining up with the Montour Run waterway near Coraopolis. Really nice spot, but since I’m a City Boy and anything natural is unnatural and threatening to me… it’s threatening and weird.
What if some predatory bird was to attack and try to take the eyes? Snakes… there’s actual Rattlesnakes around here too. What if I drop my car keys, how would I ever find them? What if a Deer ate my keys? I can’t chase a Deer through the woods…
I once got into a fistfight with one of those dick Canada Geese at First Calvary Cemetery in LIC, have had to fight off a raccoon in the dead of night at the Maspeth Plank Road using the legs of my tripod to fend it off, and I grew up in a neighborhood known for having packs of wild dogs roaming about (1980’s Flatlands/Canarsie.) See? Proves the point. Nature wants to kill you, or at the very least – Me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
All of the above is a composite of various statements transmitted to me by my parents whenever the subject of leaving Brooklyn for a day and going somewhere nice – “En Da Kuntree” as my Mom would screech – came up. The entire “country” storyline presented to a young but already Humble Narrator would inevitably lead to my hair getting wet causing a condition known as ‘wet head,’ resulting in me getting deathly ill as a result of the moistening, and subsequently being buried “In Dah Grownd.” The final salvo was “Is Dat Whatchu wants… yore a real icehole, don’t know who raised you but youse didn’t learn dis from me, go reads a book instead.” Before leaving the conversation about taking a walk in some sylvan glade, one would be commanded to fetch and prepare a “soda glass” filled with Diet Pepsi and 4, not 3 not 5, ice cubes.
Despite the programmed in script offered above, which is an embedded part of my source code, I actually quite enjoy a nice walk in the country these days. The ‘wet head’ threat is ameliorated through the simple prophylactic of wearing a cap. When I die, my wish is to be sealed up in a large glass ampule filled with preservatives and put on commercial display as a cautionary tale. A traveling freak show, perhaps. That is, if animals don’t get to my corpse first.
At least I’d be continuing to visit new places, in my glassy ampule.
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2 trains and a boat
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Luckily, the car needed gas. Nearby the gas station I’m currently fueling up at are a set of freight tracks which are used by the Wheeling & Lake Erie RR, pictured above. I’ve driven up to the pump and discovered this train passing by, driven away from it and witnessed the train arriving…
This time around, after topping off the tank, I parked the car in an industrial driveway and sat around in it for about a half hour, eventually getting lucky enough to catch a shot of the thing as it steamed along.
A Class 2 regional railroad, Wheeling & Lake Erie is a modern operation started in 1990 that uses the name of Jay Gould’s original 1880-1949 company. W&LE ended up becoming part of Norfolk Southern, until the larger company started selling off parts of its portfolio of assets and in 1990 the modern company was born. They serve areas of Northern Ohio and Western Pennsylvania, and now I have a photo of one of their trains. Apparently, their Engine 6982 was built in 1971, and rebuilt in 1995. It’s apparently an EMD SD40-2, but not being a true railfan – just a guy who likes to take pictures of trains – I had to look that one up.
If you disagree with make, model, etc. you’re probably right, so please share it with the rest of the class in the comments section.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was at a fairly cool location in Pittsburgh which I’ve visited in the past – West End Overlook Park – when I noticed a CSX train hauling cargo down the Monongahela River toward its intersection with the Ohio River. That intersection is more or less in the shot above, I guess. Those orange and black shapes at bottom left are barges of coal.
Twice I got lucky with trains. Twice in one afternoon. This has been driving me nuts, as a note, being surrounded by cool railroad stuff and not having the ability to get some shots of it because I’m driving or my timing is off. There’s always something. Saying that, I’ve begun to develop an idea of when some of these trains seem most likely to come through, and where I should be lurking about to get my shots of them.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I promised a boat in the title, and there you are. There’s a towing operation based right about where the West End Bridge, pictured above, is found. As of yet, I haven’t figured out how to get down to their base and say hello. Saying that, I know where they are, so that’s some sort of progress. Things here are beginning to become “familiar.”
Back tomorrow.
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Piney Fork
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just under 17 miles in length, Peters Creek is a tributary of the Monongahela River, and runs from Nottingham Township in Washington County on a generally northern path towards its intersection with its parent river nearby Clairton, Pennsylvania.
As soon as I saw running water entering the Piney Fork Tunnel (colloquially known as the Corvette Tunnel), I knew that a few shots would need to be gathered along its shoreline.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve been playing around with the camera settings to get the flowing water thing right. Back in NYC, it was fairly simple to deal with the water, photographically speaking. Approaching this sort of fast flowing but quite shallow waterway, which is quite common in the hills and valleys of Pittsburgh, has acquired a bit of trial and error.
Yeah, I could shoot it with a fast shutter and get every ripple and splashlet, but that’s distracting. I want longer shutter shots which show the flow but which don’t obliterate the texture or detail of the water.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The approach in NYC’s water was to use a very long shutter speed – 15-30 seconds with an ND filter – to create a mirror glass pool of reflections. That approach in this circumstance would make the water look like mist, and I’ve been working on preserving some of the texture of the flowing water, in addition to slowing it down a bit, to cancel out distracting hot spots or blown out highlights.
I’m getting close to what I’m trying to do in these shots, I’d wager.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As always seems to be the case, as soon as I set up the tripod and got myself ready to shoot, a small army of people appeared. This time around, it was a group of guys whom I’d describe as being “redneck adjacent” that drove up in pickups and then started fishing. We all had a brief chat. One of them was stationed in Breezy Point for his military service, and we talked about Brooklyn, Queens, and Pizza.
It seems that a nearby ‘sportsmen club’ pays to stock the creek with trout on a nearby private property, and whereas this particular spot is legally “public,” its waters adjoin their private section of the stream. The fishermen got busy, and so did I. Nice guys, but after about 20 minutes somebody from the Sportsman Club showed up and began raising a ruckus with them about the trout fishing. Impassioned debate followed, at which point the fishermen packed their gear into the pickups and drove away.
Also, I’m told that in these parts it’s just “truck,” not Pickup Truck.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This one is a fairly long exposure, and you can see the ghostly afterimages of a couple of those guys still fishing around the bend. I found the shape of the tunnel, and its interaction with the water, interesting.
A second group of fishermen arrived, and soon I was chatting with one of them as he cast his line when he asked me what I was getting up to. Not wanting to get into a whole conversation, I said that I was getting “artsy fartsy” with my camera settings. The fisherman asked me to repeat that three times, as he pretended to have never heard the phrase “artsy fartsy” before. As is my practice, when I described what I meant by the phrase, his eyes glazed over from boredom, and I soon bid him adieu.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Got this last one on my way back to the Mobile Oppression Platform’s tender embrace. For the unfamiliar, the MOP is my pet name for the Toyota.
It was about a half hour drive back to HQ from this spot, most of which occurred along winding roads which I hadn’t experienced previously. Several other locations seemed kind of promising for future explorations, and I plan on returning to the vicinity of the Piney Fork and Green Man’s Tunnels again in the future. This spot must look wild in the autumn after the leaves turn.
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Green Man’s Tunnel
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An urban legend which I had become aware of all the way back in 1980’s Brooklyn was Pittsburgh’s “Green Man,” aka “Charlie No Face.” This urban legend is based around a real person, one who suffered a horrific disfigurement as a child. His name was Raymond Robinson.
There’s an abandoned tunnel nearby Peters Creek in South Park Township which is colloquially known as the “Green Man’s Tunnel,” and is associated with the legend, so I decided to drive over and wave the camera around a bit at the thing. It’s an old rail tunnel, built by the B&O Railroad, and its given name is the Piney Fork Tunnel.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is an obvious spot for spooky high school kids to gather in the name of drinking beer and smoking the devil’s cabbage, and the place was thereby covered in graffiti. On the ground in front of the tunnel was the graffiti pictured above, which is written in a “magickal” script. That’s “magic” with a “K,” so it’s book shop “Magick” in the Aleister Crowley mode. So goth.
“As above, so below” reads the only English part of this screed. There’s also a couple of numbers – (40.3026395) & (-79.9795603). These are GPS coordinates, if you don’t recognize the format. Those coordinates point at and lead to the Bruceton Research Mine, a Federal facility not terribly far from this tunnel whose history and occupation is conspiracy theory fodder. It includes the Manhattan Project, back during WW2, and both the CDC and the Federal Energy Dept. supposedly have ongoing modern operations there.
Spooky, and so goth.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I couldn’t be bothered to climb up and look in the tunnel, although I’ve heard stories that there are abandoned cars within. Legends.
There was a nearby body of flowing water which I also wanted to point the camera at, but I decided to scuttle about a bit. See if there was any other graffiti of interest, and look around for evidences of altars or ritual circles. You used to see this sort of thing along Manhattan’s Lower East Side and Brooklyn’s Jamaica Bay coastline back in the 1980’s, but the Santeria people replaced the long greasy hair and black T-Shirt crowd in the early 1990’s. I’m usually fascinated by these sort of ritual leave behinds when they’re encountered, and am always on the lookout for them when moving around in these sort of off the beaten path sites.
On a related note: I was observing a ritual site back in Astoria at St. Michael’s Cemetery for a while in the mid 2010’s – check out “City of Marble and Beryl“, “Effulgent Valleys“, “Strange Prayers” and “pounding on the rocks.”
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Unfortunately, the sort of iconography pictured above was spotted in a few places. On the ground, too. This ain’t the nice version associated with Buddhism, that one is set on a counter clockwise rotation, this is the Nazi version. Probably kid stuff, but Nazi types do exist out here. So do the Crips, the Bloods, and a whole lot of other stuff I don’t want to get anywhere close to. Wackadoodles abound.
Nazis? How retro.
onlyinyourstate.com has a cool post about this spot which shows the tunnel prior to being filled in. The fill is road salt.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A second tunnel is punched through the landform which the Green Man’s Tunnel is contained in. I was walking on a section of the Montour Rail Trail in the shot above, which I burned down a mile or so of before doubling back to cross the road over to the Peters Creek waterway which had drawn my photo interest upon arriving here.
That’s one heck of a crap design for a road at that modern tunnel, by the way. Two blind turns coupled with two way traffic. Everybody who drove into it did so while honking their horn to signal their presence to traffic coming from the opposing direction. This one is officially the “Piney Creek Tunnel,” but the Pittsburghers whom I’ve asked about the place instead refer to it as the Corvette Tunnel.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While scuttling along and kicking the dirt a bit, I once again became fascinated by a high tension electrical tower and the treeless corridor it occupied. I wonder how much it costs to manicure back the encroachment of forest on this multiple mile pathway. At any rate, I doubled back towards where I had parked the car and the spot on Peters Creek, flowing alongside the Corvette and Green Man’s Tunnel, which had piqued my interests.
Back tomorrow with some pix from Peters Creek.
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