Archive for July 2023
An examination is inherently a recrimination
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Another Doctor’s appointment found me parking the Mobile Oppression Platform on the roof of the hospital’s lot, where some pretty keen views of Pittsburgh were on offer. The Yinzers, which is what the Pittsburgh people call themselves, seem duty bound to park in the first available spot they see, and nearby an entrance or exit. Me? I go where it’s less crowded, and where you might be able to see something.
Thereby I always seem to park on the roof deck of these multi story parking facilities. Additionally, the odds of having my car damaged by somebody who isn’t paying attention, while they’re negotiating the narrow confines of the garage, is lessened in these less populated areas. I don’t mind walking a few hundred feet or taking a flight of stairs, in fact I prefer it.
The shot above is looking more or less south.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Looking more or less eastwards, over the historic housing stock at the edge of an area called ‘The Mexican War Streets,’ part of the larger ‘North Side,’ and towards the Heinz Lofts/Factory buildings. I’m told this section can get a little dicey at times, but I don’t have any personal experience to damn or bless that bit of transmitted knowledge. There’s a few places which I’m intrigued by that the locals have told me are fairly dangerous. I, on the other hand, grew up in 1980’s NYC, so… my perceptions of ‘dicey’ use a different rubric for ‘stranger danger’ than the one most have.
I was visiting a diagnostic lab at the hospital this time around, and getting ultrasounded. My new Doctor is pretty thorough, and the various concerns he has for me have manifested as a series of somewhat esoteric probings and banal violations of personal dignity, but I’m committed to the ‘program’ he’s got me on so there you go.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After having wiped the lubricant goo from the ultrasound off and then getting dressed again, I negotiated the maze of hallways within the hospital and then found myself back at the car.
What to do, what to do? Get a shot of the Heinz campus, obviously.
This zone of Pittsburgh is quite interesting, by the way.
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Smokey Pittsburgh, part 2
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator woke out of his nest around 4:30 am, hastily cooked up a pot of coffee, and was out on the road by 5:15 after inhaling three cups of the stuff. The weather forecast called for a bank of heavy fog to set up overnight, which would be coupled with a pall of wildfire smoke so thick that it triggered a bunch of governmental warnings about air quality being transmitted to Pittsburgh’s citizenry.
One returned to West End Overlook Park, to see what this sort of thing might look like, as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself rose in the eastern sky.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When I got there, you could hear the city but couldn’t see it. Heck, I could barely see the cameraman from local CBS affiliate KDKA and he was about thirty feet away from me. It was actually a fairly difficult drive, with visibility of under a hundred feet. Luckily this POV is only about twenty minutes from HQ by car.
I hung around for about thirty minutes, hoping that the occlusion would thin out a bit, but if anything it got thicker. A change of plan was instituted and I packed myself back into the car and headed for a different spot to do my thing from.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As is my habit, while stuck at a traffic light, the camera was thrust up through the car’s moon roof. At this interval, I had traveled down about 800-900 feet in altitude, and was more or less on flat land and quite near the Monongahela River. The fog – as it turns out – was acting like a low flying cloud, and the West End Overlook Park was right in the middle of the mass. Down here, it was mainly smoke, with heavy fog.
Pittsburgh smelled kind of like everybody in it was BBQing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After getting down to a river frontage of the Monongahela, and having parked the Mobile Oppression Platform in an appropriate fashion, a bit of scuttling ensued.
Pittsburgh’s downtown, where the large buildings are, was fairly invisible. As mentioned above, you could hear the city but couldn’t see it. That was eerie and weird, and worth waking up early for.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The camera was waved about, that’s the T light rail heading out of Pittsburgh on the Panhandle Bridge. The Smithfield Street Bridge is just visible behind it.
One had drank his coffee before leaving the house, but no Breakfast had been endured, and right about here is when I started wishing that Pittsburgh had NYC style bodegas on every corner. An ‘egg sandwich’ doesn’t mean the same thing here as it does in ‘the old neighborhood.’ In fact, when I’ve asked for an egg sandwich in the NY manner here: two scrambles, ham and swiss, on a roll – I get puzzled looks back from the Yinzers with a “you want what now?”
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Finishing up the morning, with a last couple of shots pointed in the direction of Downtown and the Liberty Bridge. The fog, at least, had begun to disperse. One scuttled back to the vehicle and then back to HQ.
Back next week.
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Smokey Pittsburgh, part 1
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Killing two birds with one stone, that’s what we were up to at the West End Overlook Park here in Pittsburgh. A tendril of the wildfire smoke that painted the East Coast in orange had settled in over the 3 Rivers area. Getting shots of that situation was one of the stones.
This one is looking down the Ohio River and over the West End Bridge at the downtown section of the City which is the titular center of all things hereabouts, or at least it is in the mental construct I’ve been building for myself about the place.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
These were gathered in the early evening, probably around 7 or 8 pm or so. The sun sets a bit later here than it does back on the East Coast, and I was hoping for some color to appear in the smokey sky during the sunset but no dice.
Instead, I decided to zoom in on shapes and circumstances which I found interesting. Freight trains and coal barges for the shot above.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Those are the highway on-ramps leading onto the West End Bridge pictured above, offering ‘massing shapes’ which I am endlessly fascinated by. I’ve walked around down there a few times.
The Overlook at West End is found at a fairly high elevation, and there’s a small park associated with it. The spot is pretty popular, especially so with the expensive cameras and tripods crowd. Normal people who don’t feel the need to record everything they see and publish a blog about it seem to use the place for picnics and quaffing wine. I learned that by staring into the litter baskets.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Given the circumstance, which I’d describe as ‘murk,’ I kept on waving the camera around while zooming in and out on the scene.
Several of the ‘lifers’ here in Pittsburgh have told me that this is what the City used to look like everyday and all the time, due to all the steel mills that operated along the rivers. Mark Twain is reported to have described Pittsburgh as looking like “hell with the lid off” during that era.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Couldn’t resist the composition offered when this Towboat appeared, towing barges of minerals. I presume it’s either Coke or Coal on those barges, but since I’m not sure – minerals.
So, that’s the first stone I had to kill, the photos one. What was the second?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Moe the Dog, still quite the puppy, had never seen this place. Moe also hadn’t had a chance to menace West End Overlook Park’s populations of squirrels and birds either. Our Lady of the Pentacle and I have been trying to get him out as much as possible, bringing him to all sorts of places. Parks, woodlands, all that. Moe is still a bit aggressive when other dogs appear, but we’re working on that one and he’s improving. You have to teach a puppy polity, and proper manners. He’s already a good boy, but he’s becoming a better behaved one.
Back tomorrow with the day that the smoke settled in on Pittsburgh.
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Will there be cake?
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned yesterday, a humble narrator had purchased a ticket for a narrated tour of the Allegheny River from the Doors Open Pittsburgh outfit. The narration was grand, offered lots of ‘in the know’ trivia, and was conducted by two fellows who were passing the microphone back and forth. One of them was expert on the subject of Pittsburgh’s bridges, whereas the other was versed in city planning and the scholastic field of urbanism. Nicely done, I would venture to say.
Also as mentioned yesterday, my internal dialogue was ranting and raving about personal insecurities and generally chewing up the mental carpet. While all this was going on, I was clicking and whirring the camera as we moved through Pittsburgh.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The sky was building up a storm, which was coagulating into the misty wildfire smoke drifting down from Canada. This was the same atmospheric interval which saw the East Coast turn orange and red, but at least on this day Pittsburgh only had a bit of haze. That would change a few days later, which you’ll see in a post later this week.
I was using one of my older lenses on this outing, an 18-300 Sigma. While shooting with it, I realized how much I missed its qualities and made a decision to bring a couple of other old favorites out of the locker and see how they react to the mirrorless camera. They all need an adapter to go from one lens mount to another, but there you are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The mirrorless lenses I have are actually pretty top notch, but you don’t want to wear the same pants every day. Actually… I do wear the exact same thing everyday. One of my odd behaviors is that when I find a garment that fits well physically and is constructed robustly, and has lots of secure pockets, I go back to wherever I got it and buy 5 more of the thing, same color and size. Superman has multiple iterations of only two suits in his closet – Clark Kent’s dark blue business suit, and the Kryptonian leotards with the cape. It’s one less thing to worry about. There’s a winter version and a summer variant of the Mitchsuit.
‘What would Superman do?’ I ask myself that all the time.
After we docked, I positively jumped into the drivers seat of the Mobile Oppression Platform and paid my parking lot fee, then headed back to HQ about 5 miles away. I’m always checking the weather for interesting conditions that might make for good shots, and discovered that the next couple of days were going to be very interesting in terms of atmospherics. More on that, tomorrow.
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Anxious on the Allegheny
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned yesterday, one attended a narrated boat tour offered by the Doors Open Pittsburgh operation. I’m still learning about my new home base, after all. I took the opportunity to worry, while shooting pictures of the wonders rolling by.
Worry about what?
Everything, silly. Just like I’ve trained the brain to let anger flare and dissipate quickly, and to never allow myself to feel either happiness or joy, so too have I created a mental socket for the absolutely useless process of worrying about existential matters which I have zero control over. I tend to enjoy that form of anxiety when I can’t possibly walk into traffic or drive the car into a tree while distracted by having gone all meditative.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey, that’s the former Heinz factory!
That reminded me to worry about running out of ketchup back at HQ, which made me worry about whether or not I locked the back door on my way out. That then made me wonder if anybody was trying HQ’s back door back in Dormont, which led to a mild panic attack about whether or not I had locked the car doors back in the boat company’s parking lot. What would, could, or should? I was raised by neurotic people, and grew up in a subculture known for its histrionic responses to ordinary or predictable stimuli.
I got bit by a mosquito on the boat, so then I worried about malaria too.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Mental process like this is entirely self defeating, of course, but you need to clean the bathroom periodically and so too with the poop that accumulates twixt the ears. Saying that, I’ve been in a LOT of doctor’s offices lately, which has freaked me out a bit. This sort of thing tends to muddy my psychological waters. Inspections. Brrr.
Allowing these thoughts to express themselves in an internal manner while I’m safely shooting from the deck of a boat allows me to put the shields back up before getting back onto dry land.
Just ask – How’re ya Mitch?
Everything’s great, all the time. That’s my answer, followed by ‘it’s just another day in Paradise.’ Then I’ll tell you a joke to distract you away from further inquiry. Hey, look at that, it was cloudy in Pittsburgh that day and…
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