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Coke, coal, & Clairton
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A rare sunny/warm January day found a humble narrator behind the steering wheel of his Mobile Oppression Platform, heading eastwards along the Monongahela River. My destination was the community of Clairton, where U.S. Steel maintains and operates the Clairton Works. The manufacturing mission here involves the refinement of Coke from Coal, for usage at other company facilities dedicated to the production of steel. This process, coincidentally, produces a tremendous amount of ‘coal gas’ along with several other undesirable compounds.
If Pittsburgh happens to smell like rotten eggs on any given day, odds are that the wind is blowing past the Clairton plant with its voluminous exhaust of sulfur compound waste products.
There’s a great site called ‘Plume Pittsburgh’ which offers a live ‘weather’ report on the local triad of point sources (of which Clairton is the primary offender), and it basically lets you know which way the wind is blowing here, or at the two other U.S. Steel facilities in the ‘Mon Valley.’ PlumePGH can be accessed here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I haven’t spent much time around these parts, yet. Partially, it’s the fact that other places closer to home have drawn my interest. Another factor is that the town itself seems pretty stressed – with shuttered store fronts, abandoned homes, and other ‘rust belt’ indicators which indicate an insalubrious state of affairs, and suggests that the local gentry wouldn’t necessarily be welcoming to a curious stranger wandering around with a camera. Got to acknowledge ‘vibe.’
The locals seem to park on sidewalks and in private lots, which indicates to me that the streets are fairly ‘verboten’ for strangers parking on them. This is a place which you have to get to by automotive means, although I’m told there used to be street car service from Pittsburgh proper ‘back in the day.’
Luckily, there’s a branch of the Montour Trail which overlaps with the still unexplored ‘Steel Valley trail,’ and the Montour outfit offers a free parking lot for its visitors. After securing the MOP into said lot, a humble narrator set out on foot. I was seemingly the singular pedestrian in this section of the town. Definitely was the only one wearing a filthy black raincoat and carrying a camera.
There’s near constant rail traffic here, and there’s a lot of maritime activity on the nearby river, as well. CSX runs a frequent freight service whose coal carrying cars bear the logo of ‘Coke Express.’ Pictured above is a Norfolk Southern Train which is also no stranger to these parts, and observed but not photographed was U.S. Steel’s ‘House Brand’ Union Railroad.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s about a 3 or 4 block walk from the trail’s parking lot to a fairly large vehicular 1987 vintage bridge spanning the Monongahela River, one whose anterior side provides for a point of view of the Clairton Plant, and the thing offers a pedestrian/bike lane. Thereby, away I scuttled,
Unfortunate circumstance on the bridge itself involves the State authorities’ usage of the sort of chain link fencing pictured above. Little 1 inch diamond shape holes… this is always a difficult circumstance for the wandering photographer to shoot through, and similar fencing used to annoy me back at Sunnyside Yards in Queens. There’s rail tracks all over the place, but the main tracks are found just below the bridge. This sort of fencing is commonly encountered at locations overlooking rail lines, so it’s likely some sort of Homeland Security regulation.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you what I saw on the other side, and make an attempt at a semi informed description of the milieu.
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Gray days
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After a spell of what felt like two weeks of rain and snow showers, a brief January interval occurred here in Pittsburgh during which precipitation wasn’t falling from the sky, and a humble narrator headed over to the West End Overlook park to try and capture a few shots. What I was hoping for was an image or two of some shoreline flooding which all that sky water had wrought along the river banks – during which the level of the three rivers had risen about 24-36 inches over their mean average, but by the time I got there – the waters had receded.
That’s me, a day late and a dollar short.
Most of the locally sourced photographers in Pittsburgh seem to make it a point of operating during early mornings and sunset, and I’m beginning to understand why. The early afternoon light was absolutely ‘meh.’
That’s Downtown Pittsburgh and the confluence of the Three Rivers pictured – Allegheny and Monongahela’s meeting point, where their admixture becomes the Ohio.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Regardless, I was there anyway and decided to crack out a few shots. This location is about a 20 minute drive from HQ, and it’s a public park, so there’s no worries about trespassing on someone’s property. I’ve captured some genuinely lovely shots there in the past, and as long time readers of this – your Newtown Pentacle – will tell you, when I find a nice spot or ‘point of view’ I’ll revisit it during different seasons, times, and climatological conditions.
Also as mentioned, I’ve been in a bit of a ‘mood’ for the last few weeks, which is something easily forecast when the season is mid winter. If you click through to any of the January and February archives listed on the right hand side of the page, you’ll find lots and lots of me bitching about the cold and dark months. It’s not ‘seasonal disaffective disorder’ if you’re wondering, instead I’m just somewhat bored and miss the ‘good light.’
That’s the West End Bridge, and that tug is navigating the headwaters of the Ohio River.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This photo looks up the Monongahela River, which is a corridor that I’ve spent a lot (most) of my photo time exploring in the last year.
It started to rain again just as I was clicking the shutter button for this shot, and one had to break down the tripod and camera quickly and return to the Mobile Oppression Platform for cover. All told, I think I had something like an hour up there in between bands of rain and drove back to HQ in a frustrated mood.
Man, I’ve got to find somewhere where I can go shoot that has a roof.
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Loose Grommets
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Have this old man mentioned, lately, how much I hate the winter months?
When I was a young but already humble narrator, Winter was one of my favorite times of the year, but life in this fairly decrepit and rapidly decaying pentagenarian pre-corpse that I inhabit finds that the season offers little joy. My health problems Bingo card includes arthritis, a condition which reminds me of every major injury that’s ever been inflicted upon the ceramic frame that my corrupted flesh hangs upon, during the wet and cold. Couple that in with the physical and psychic aftermath of a recent trip to NYC, and a back log of fairly unexciting photos which I’ve yet to to develop. Hence – an archives post greets you today. What can I tell you – I’m all ‘effed up.
I’m medium sure that y’all haven’t seen these, but if you have – the brain is still fried from that drive to and from NYC from Pittsburgh, so… sorry. Coming apart at the seams, at the moment.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Since I fundamentally have little to say about the shots embedded in today’s post, other than that they were gathered on Pittsburgh walks I took in December and early January before the ‘gray’ season set in, I’d offer that I really wasn’t ‘grooving’ on NYC when I was there last week and decided that I’m glad that I finally escaped the place. I say it all the time – I live in Pittsburgh now, but NYC will always be home.
Thing is, it’s very ‘human’ to romanticize the past, but one tends to gloss over or forget all of the existential horror of day to day life. Things are much, much better for us here, living out a less pressurized and quieter existence here in Pittsburgh.
Spending a few days back home really magnified this POV for me. Everything was smaller, and dirtier, and harder.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m told that ‘the old neighborhood’ is experiencing a snow event today, but this particular storm blew around Pittsburgh, and it’s a chilly but otherwise sunny day here. I’ve got a few hundred photos to develop, which you’ll be seeing in forthcoming posts, but I’m also desperate to get out and get some exercise, despite the arthritis and other daggers of age and inflammation I’m feeling right now.
Best thing to do, when such factors affect me, is to get out with the camera and scuttle about. Pop the locks, stretch the tendons and ligaments, use the muscles.
Back tomorrow with something a bit less introspective and complaint focused, at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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Descent
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Today’s post is populated by a few ‘odds and ends’ images left over from the longish Pittsburgh walk which I was describing to y’all last week. I’m a bit out of touch with those posts, as I’ve been ‘on the road’ for the last week and administering Newtown Pentacle remotely.
As those posts were going live (WordPress allows me to schedule publishing details), a humble narrator was actually back in NYC for a few days to handle some business, so it’s a bit of an understatement to say that I’ve got a lot on my mind about all that I saw and experienced there.
Initially, let’s just say that as this ‘little froggy’ has escaped that proverbial pot of boiling water which gets subtly hotter minute by minute more than a year ago – the same pot which all New Yorkers live in – and it was startling to experience how much of a roiling boil the City is in right now. Apparently, I got out just in time.
More on that in a couple of weeks after I’ve gathered my thoughts, but I was frankly staggered by how much rapid decline I was witnessing, and exactly what has occurred to ‘Home Sweet Hell’ in just the last 14 months. Wow.
Pictured above are Pittsburgh’s Liberty Tunnels, which allow vehicle traffic to punch through Mount Washington and enter the South Hills region of the Pittsburgh metroplex. This is what ‘rush hour’ looks like here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One of the things that really hit me, as is usually the case when you haven’t been dwelling within NYC for a while, is the constant hum and standing wave of 35-50 decibel background noise. I’ve become acclimatized to a quieter environment in the last fourteen months, and that din of noise splashed over me as soon as I opened the MOP’s window after having crossed the GW Bridge on my way back to Queens.
In the shot above, that’s the off ramp for the Liberty Bridge that I’m walking under, a span which guides vehicle traffic into the Liberty Tunnels from the peninsular Downtown section of Pittsburgh.
One of the other things which just blew me away was that there was visible smog. Haven’t seen visible smog in NY for a good thirty years, but that’s the consequence of ‘traffic calming’ for you. Maybe slowing traffic down to a crawl, sequencing traffic lights to cause maximum idling time for trucks and other heavy vehicles at intersections… all that jazz… maybe that was a bad idea from an air quality point of view. I’ve got photos of the murky pall hanging over the place, of course.
Wow. There’s several reasons I left NYC in the first place, but I hadn’t reckoned on the reemergence of Smog as an environmental problem in the 5 Boroughs. I guess that since Tammany Hall is back in power, so too are other historical features of the big city.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I drove back to NYC from Pittsburgh, which is a back and forth trip of about 800 miles. Over the course of that entire back and forth journey, the Mobile Oppression Platform (a Toyota RAV4 hybrid) used about two tanks worth of gas, which equates to about 28 gallons of fuel. It’s a 14 gallon gas tank that’s hidden deep within the MOP, one which offers a MPG number of 39.5 mpg during the summer and about 37 or so mpg during the cold months. A full tank gives me a range of better than 400 miles after a fill up.
Just moving around in the heavy and slow moving traffic of Queens and Brooklyn (LIC, Astoria, all around the fabulous Newtown Creek) last week burned about 3/4 of a tank of gas, which was largely consumed in idling time at lights and sitting in traffic. Again – the car is a hybrid – so my engine jumps over to electric when it’s stop and go, but it still burned down the equivalent of about 350 miles worth of gas in the ‘Vision Zero’ zones of NYC.
Coupling that with the basic unavailability of a place to just pull the car off the road for a minute, let alone park at a meter, meant that the engine was working harder and far more than it does here amongst the steep hills of Pittsburgh, where I go to a gas station about once every two weeks to fill up the tank (and that’s usually just a quarter to a half tank ‘top off’).
Observationally – the ‘two wheels good four wheels bad’ crowd have actually caused air quality in the City to drop, which is kind of hilarious when you think about it. Childhood asthma rates must be rising and having soot rain from the sky is always fun. Desirable outcome for the policy of any advocacy group which cloaks itself in environmentalist rhetoric should include improving things, not making them worse.
Back tomorrow with something unrelated, but this whole experience is a subject which I’ll be talking about again fairly soon, once I’ve got some of the photos developed. I guess you really can’t go home again.
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Sylvan
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Back in NYC, amongst the concrete devastations, trees weren’t too much of an issue for this wandering photographer to work around. Back in “Home Sweet Hell,” the trees are often kept captive in concrete boxes which are sunk into the sidewalk, and in some places they are actually caged up by stout iron bars.
Pittsburgh is, of course, in Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania means ‘Penn’s Woods,’ and the ‘sylvan’ part of that is a tell as to how difficult it is to get a clean shot of anything. Forget about gathering that shot above, depicting two T Light Rail train sets crossing the Monongahela River on the Panhandle Bridge, during the summer due to leaf canopy.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One was walking down the sloping course of the P.J. McArdle roadway, which is tacked onto the face of Pittsburgh’s Mount Washington, and got lucky when I caught a Norfolk Southern as it was moving along. The spot pictured, specifically that gravel driveway that meets the rail bed, is where I caught one of my favorite train shots of the last year.
I figure that you’ve just got to work the trees into the shot somehow, use them as a framing device. Something…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve always been fascinated by houses which stand in improbable spots. The one above is found alongside the primary (Liberty Bridge) and secondary approaches to the Liberty Tunnel, across the street from the Panhandle Bridge and the T traffic as pictured above. Also enjoys an ‘across the street’ proximity to the busy Norfolk Southern tracks, and the P.J.McArdle Roadway in pretty much in the back yard. Wowza.
There’s an apartment in Manhattan, one whose window is at car headlight level on a ramp leading off the GW Bridge, to the Henry Hudson Parkway, which I’ve always thought must be the absolute worst rental unit in the entire city and have always wondered who lives there. Similar spot, but of course the NYC one is worse because NYC.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I have no idea whether this home is occupied or not, it should be mentioned. The windows look ‘new,’ and the roof seems sound, but the location of the place just blows me away. The squealing of the rails, the constant sound of 24/7 traffic… it’s not a place for me, at any rate.
Vehicular locus points like this always interest me. Remember my long fascinations with the Queens Midtown Tunnel, and Long Island Expressway, back in Long Island City.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the front of the building, as seen from the Liberty Bridge. I guess it’s logical, but you can’t cross the street here and need to leave P.J. McArdle, walk down a flight of stairs, then walk through mud, and then cross the street at a horrible high volume traffic intersection, then you can resume your path on the roadway which is literally across the street.
Also… wow, but it is ‘car country’ out here in Pittsburgh.
Saying that, that intersection is a weird experience when you’re driving too. I use the Liberty Tunnel all the time, as it leads to the South Hills region of the city which HQ is nestled into. Definitely needs some rethinking, that intersection, IMHO.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the street corridor which the mystery house mentioned above is found in, for the curious. Damned trees, you just can’t keep them out of the shot.
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