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Tuesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As mentioned yesterday, one was executing a constitutional walk around Pittsburgh recently, stretching my legs and maintaining a steady level of activity which kept my heart beating in an elevated but therapeutic manner. After riding the streetcar ‘T’ line to the center of Pittsburgh, and then crossing a bridge over the mouth of the Ohio at the joining of the city’s three rivers, one proceeded along the south shore of the Monongahela River.

Luckily, a Norfolk Southern train was rolling past on an elevated set of tracks found along a secondary arterial roadway called Saw Mill Run Blvd. This Saw Mill Run section is a fairly scary pathway, pedestrian wise, but I was heading for one of the inclines so…

Having paid my fare on the T, I got a free transfer to the incline/funiculars. That’s how I got from low to high (1,000 feet up) without having to climb a mountain.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

After being deposited atop Mount Washington, which the funicular is set into, my path led me to the P.J. McArdle Roadway which carries vehicular traffic from down on the waterfront flats all the way up to the ridge line of the landform. The views are fairly spectacular up here, and I quite enjoy them. There’s also a shared pedestrian and bike path which leads back down to the flatlands below.

One has been using an app on the phone to measure things of late, and apparently I walk at 2.6 mph. The phone also advises on the length of my stride (26.4 inches), approximates the number of steps taken in any given outing, and describes asymmetries in how I’m moving my feet about. No big revelation is encountered there, especially after the various issues and injuries experienced in my left foot in recent years,

I’m about 3% off in terms of that limb’s efficiency according to the phone. It seems that about a third of the time I’m out scuttling, I have both feet contacting the ground at the same time, which must mean that the phone wants me to hop like a bunny or something.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The fencing along this pathway is terrifyingly fragile, riddled with rust and the weathered corruption of old age. In several places it’s non existent and you’re looking at 1,000 foot drop along what has to be a 60 or 70 degree angle through woods. Brr.

This particular stretch of the cantilevered roadway sports concrete separation between the ped/bike lane and vehicular traffic but this is only for certain sections. There’s a long stretch of this P.J. McArdle roadway where all there is between you and the traffic that’s zipping past you at 40-50mph is just a regular three inch curb. Brrr.

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November 21, 2023 at 11:00 am

A gray day

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Monday

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It was exercise day again, so the now familiar ritual of walking to and riding the T streetcar, from HQ to the metropolitan center of Pittsburgh, was enacted. I’ve been using my headphones again on these walks, after a quite long interval of not doing so, and one was listening to an audiobook.

This time around one was listening to a ‘various hands’ reading of the text of Nietzsche’s ‘Beyond Good and Evil,’ with different narrators reading the various chapters, a file I had long ago downloaded from the LibriVox outfit. It’s a series of awful readings actually, of a book written by an awful man and the audiobook uses a not so great translation as its source. The audiobook has a series of what sounds like 19 year old American college students do the readings. Seriously, if you want to produce something like this, find somebody who sounds like Werner Herzog or Brother Theodore to do the narration. It’s Nietzsche, after all.

Thus spake Waxathustra, while watching as a village fool, walking on a tightrope of aspirant desire, took that first step in order to delight the sheep below.

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I switched over to a different audiobook, and proceeded to scuttle towards Pittsburgh’s West End Bridge, spanning the Ohio River. The T had dropped me on the North Shore of the Allegheny River, nearby the sports ball stadium utilized by the Pittsburgh Steelers to thrill the community, and at the streetcar service’s terminal stop not too far from the aforementioned West End Bridge.

The new audiobook I had keyed in was Nellie Bly’s ‘Ten Days in a Mad-House.’ The text triggered a vast set of reminiscences for me, about Roosevelt Island and the Queensboro Bridge. This narration was read by a woman who sounded quite young, and quite apropo for the voice of Nellie, who was the inspiration for Lois Lane.

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After crossing the Ohio River, one encountered the outfall canal of its tributary ‘Chartiers Creek,’ a waterway which was mentioned in a post about a recent visit to the community of Carnegie for a short walk, not so long ago. This day’s endeavor, however, was one of my ‘long walks’ and there were a few things which I planned on getting a look at along the way, which included the outfall pictured above.

Ten Days in a Mad-House, if you’re not familiar, revolves around a 19th century Reporter Nellie Bly getting herself committed to New York’s Welfare Island (today’s Roosevelt Island) asylum, as part of an undercover assignment for the New York World newspaper. If you want to check out the free audiobook – here you go.

Later in her career, Bly would ‘go around the world in 72 days,’ write a novel, and then married a 73 year old millionaire when she was 31. After her husband’s death in 1904, Bly became an industrialist running his steel can and container manufacturing business. Nellie Bly was a pen name, she was actually named Elizabeth Cochran.

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November 20, 2023 at 11:00 am

To the world’s ruin

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Thursday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A humble narrator had been planning a Pennsylvania day trip for a while, one which would see him piloting the Mobile Oppression Platform (the MOP) on a two hour long, mostly north western journey, from Pittsburgh to Pennsylvania’s Venango County.

As is my habit for ‘away games,’ a fair amount of research back at HQ was undertaken. A Google Map was created with a series of way points and destination markers to follow and order the day. I always build an itinerary which would be fairly impossible to accomplish in one go, but there you are. Weather forecasts for the destination had been observed for the preceding week. A final embarkation date was arrived at in the last 48 hours before the trip, as to which of two or three candidate dates might be atmospherically propitious for the effort. Every day is D-Day for me – gotta get it right or you’re wasting your time, and there’s no greater sin than wasting time.

One left HQ, in Pittsburgh’s Borough of Dormont, at 4:30 in the morning and it was just 31 degrees Fahrenheit outside when I did. A companion was going to be coming along on this one, whom I’d pick up not too far from the half way point on my journey, at about 5:45 a.m.

The plan was to arrive just as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself was rising in the vault of the sky. I was counting on fog rising off of the Allegheny River, in its hinterlands, but not quite as much fog as the peas soup we encountered upon arrival.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The night before this trip saw me emptying the camera bag out, and cleaning up all the equipment. Dust was blown off the lenses, an inventory of the bag’s contents accomplished, and everything was packed back up for travel. I would be bringing the full kit.

Clothing for the day was also laid out the night before, so as to not disturb Our Lady of the Pentacle or ‘razz up’ Moe the Dog at 4 in the morning. Also, a sandwich was constructed, the water bottle filled, and travel plan reviewed. I had even put the sandwich and the water bottle in the car so I didn’t forget them. It was colder without than inside my refrigerator, so…

As a note: I’m an absolute moron and klutz in the mornings, prior to having inhaled a few cups of coffee. Anything that I’ve left for myself to do in the early hours – other than ‘blow ballast’ in the lavatory, shower, and dress – has a 50/50 chance of successful completion. Long experience has taught me to handle all the fine details of preparation on the night before an adventure lest something gets left behind.

Leaving little to chance, and advance planning, is my way. It’s also why I’m seldom late for appointments.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

It was a somewhat harrowing drive. One thing about the so called ‘red counties’ surrounding Pittsburgh that I just don’t understand revolves around street lighting. If you’re a Conservative, please explain this one to me in the comments section. Does street lighting, along major highways, somehow impugn your freedom? Do you just not want to pay for it? I really don’t get this one from a public safety POV, but as a prophylactic measure I activated the ‘brights’ on the Mobile Oppression Platform’s (MOP’s) head lamps and drove north cautiously.

One has recently became aware of a statistic affecting this part of the nation, which states that a Pennsylvania driver has a 1 in 59 chance of wrecking their car by hitting a deer, sometime during their driving career.

You know what would help shrink that deer statistic? Proper, and endemic, street lighting… but I digress…

One made it to the halfway point, where I was meant to pick up my traveling companion, in Pennsylvania’s City of Butler. After we tucked his gear into the back of the MOP, the northernly pathway was resumed. We arrived here, at the first destination on my Google Map just as the sky began to lighten up.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

That anticipated fog was omnipresent, but was a great deal thicker and more opaque than I had counted on. A temperature inversion had occurred, which saw the atmospheric milieu shift from temperatures in the the high 70’s just a day before, then absolutely collapse into overnight temperatures in the high 20’s and low 30’s. It was definitively freezing out, but the Allegheny River’s water hadn’t received the memo and it was still about 50-60 degrees (that’s Fahrenheit for you euros and canucks). Thick slabs of fog and mist thereby occluded the first destination I had pegged for the day’s effort.

I like to start these photo expeditions at a point of elevation, it should be mentioned. The location we were in was an overlook park set against a steep hill. The river was flowing about 800 or so feet below us, but you could not discern the small city below us for love or money.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This is something else I plan for, unexpected circumstance. We took a few photos of the fog, as you’ve probably noticed by now. There were two central locations we were meant to visit on this day, with the first one being where we were – the community of Oil City, Pennsylvania. The second was about twenty miles north of here – up in Titusville, Pennsylvania. Given the atmospheric conditions here in Oil City, we decided to reverse the order of the various waypoints on my map and return here later in the day. We hopped into the MOP and drove a short distance up to Titusville to see ‘it.’

All those years on NYC’s Newtown Creek, where the oil pipelines and rail shipments of crude petroleum ‘product’ were heading to for distillation in the 19th century, had made the names of these two communities quite familiar to me from historical research about the oil business. This is where the petroleum destined for refinement and distillation in Brooklyn and Queens, along the fabulous Newtown Creek, originally came from.

We found our way to ‘it.’

– photo by Mitch Waxman

By ‘it,’ I mean the Drake Well. The site of the very first modern, and commercial, oil well, on the planet. Dug in 1859. U.S.A.! More on that one tomorrow in what very well might be the longest post I’ve offered in years.

What you’re looking at is the spot where the end of the world started.


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November 9, 2023 at 11:00 am

Chartiers Creek in Carnegie

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Wednesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Preparing for an upcoming day trip of some personal interest, one nevertheless needed to get some exercise and felt a psychological need to wave the camera around a bit. On the ‘other side of the hill’ from HQ’s location, in the Pittsburgh suburb of Dormont, is found the town of Carnegie. There’s a waterway which runs through here called Chartiers Creek, pictured above. I had done a bit of advance scouting for this area, using Google maps, and figured out a few spots of interest to bring the camera to.

This area is what you’d call ‘Downtown Carnegie.’ There’s a few historic buildings, which have been beaten with the gentrification hammer in modernity, to be found here. The coda used for such projects hereabouts is ‘revitalization.’ Shops on Main Street have been converted to breweries, fancy pizza joints, taco shops, and in the case of the tall building on the right side of the shot – a home for the Carnegie Historical Society. There’s also art gallery, and craft shops, along this Main Street. Hey, you gotta do something if you don’t want to ‘rust belt.’

Me? I was there for the canal infrastructure which Chartiers Creek flows through.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

There’s a set of rail tracks on the left side of the water pictured above. Said tracks are rusty with just the tiniest amount of ‘shiny,’ thus they’re barely being used by RR trains. This observation was confirmed when a passing local started up a conversation with me. It was the ‘I’ve got my dad’s old camera, think it’s worth anything’ followed by the ‘my kid had a drone’ random person chat. Nice enough guy, who told me he’s lived in Carnegie for 30 years and had only seen a train moving on those tracks about 4 times in that interval.

‘I still got it’ thought a humble narrator, after confirmation of his observation about the mundanity of the railroad tracks.

Based on olfactory evidence, Chartiers Creek receives a bit of the town’s residential sewerage and runoff. It had been raining for about an entire week prior to my visit, as a note. Yeah, I’ve still ‘got it.’

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I’ve also got a few nearby spots in Carnegie which I’ve been wanting to check out, notably one spot where a smallish locomotive switching yard is found at the edge of the town. There’s “T” light rail tracks running through Carnegie, but they’re on a different line than the ‘Red Line’ service which services HQ in neighboring Dormont. Another winter project will involve riding these mysterious Blue and Silver lines, to see where they go. As of this post, I still haven’t taken a ride on a City Bus, nor personally observed the famous Pittsburgh Busways. Yeah, Infrastructure Nerd, I’ll admit it.

That bridge pictured above carries an arterial roadway called Mansfield Boulevard towards an interstate, called I-376, which carries vehicular traffic through and onto the Fort Pitt Tunnel and Bridge and into Downtown Pittsburgh or to points north of the city.

Chartiers Creek ultimately joins the Ohio River nearby the West End Bridge, something which I’ll be showing you a picture of sometime in the next few weeks. Sitting on the edge of your seat for that one, huh?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

In Carnegie, and it should be mentioned that this section of the country has a long – and terrible – history with flooding, Chartiers Creek and its tributaries are largely contained and controlled by a series of spillways and high walled canals. Saying that, when it rains enough or there’s an unusually large snowpack in the spring… this must become a torrent.

One wandered about for a bit, and then found my way over to one of those spillways.

I also found a village of homeless people, who are dwelling in tents and shanty dwellings, along Chartiers’s banks. As is my practice, I didn’t photograph any of that, (or at least they’re not the ‘subject’) as that’s kind of a dick move unless you’ve got a good reason to do so. You can just make out some of these shanties in the shot above, under the far side of the bridge carrying Mansfield Blvd.

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The particular section of the water, pictured above, wasn’t the main course of Chartiers Creek – instead it was a stream that was pouring down off of a steep hill that seemed to be residential in character. The crazy verticality of the terrain around Pittsburgh allows flowing water to really speed up, and during spring thaws I’m sure this flow becomes massive, or you wouldn’t see a build out like this otherwise. When I was there just a few weeks ago, the water was maybe a foot or two in depth, but was still shooting along at a good clip.

After I was done, with these shots of Chartiers Creek here in Carnegie, one jumped behind the steering wheel of the Mobile Oppression Platform and drove around the vicinity for a bit, to see where else I mind find a way down to the shoreline. Scouting, essentially.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The rest of the day’s outing wasn’t terribly exciting, or very productive, but I did visit a few spots ‘right around the corner’ from HQ which I hadn’t seen up close yet, and prospected a couple of interesting points of view for future inspection. I managed to walk about four miles in total for the afternoon, an extremely short walk on a nice day.

One last shot of Chartiers Creek, and back tomorrow with something different at this – your Newtown Pentacle.


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November 8, 2023 at 11:00 am

There is a season…

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Tuesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Western Pennsylvania is kind of famous for its autumnal ‘leaf season,’ and appropriately so. The place is absolutely choked with vegetation (confirming the ‘sylvania’ thing), whose foliage turns orange and red and yellow as the wheel of the year turns with the seasons. I was lurking alongside a set of rail tracks, hoping to see a passing Norfolk Southern train set when these leaves caught my notice. The train shot didn’t happen, wrong time of day, I guess.

I checked in via a texted cell phone photo, with an arborist hippie buddy of mine back in NYC, a fellow whom I always rely on for plant identification about whether or not this might be Poison Ivy. He was a little ticked at me as he’s actually currently overseas in South East Asia, and that text ended up costing him fifty cents to receive, but he nevertheless assured me that this looked like Boston Ivy to him.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This particular morning involved another checkup for Our Lady of the Pentacle, in regard to her recent medical procedure. One had time to kill, so I took up station alongside these RR tracks on Pittsburgh’s North Side. As a note, that white car at the bottom left of the shot is the oft mentioned Mobile Oppression Platform. You only get one license plate in Pennsylvania, which goes on the back of the car, but since I bought the car in New York where you’ve got two, the front plate mount on the MOP is empty.

Most of the locals install a humorous plate when they’ve got an out of state car, or a license plate shaped placard which displays allegiance to some sports ball team or a political ideology. I can’t commit to any single humorous message or motto, and couldn’t care less about the sports ball fetish. I’d really like a super bright LED panel there, to be honest. One of the RAV4’s failings is an anemic set of headlamps.

I’ve always liked ‘grass, gas, or ass – nobody rides for free,’ but that’s really more of a mud flap thing, not a plate.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Back at home, on the same evening as my walkabout, I was still testing the new gear, specifically seeing how the new wide angle lens might handle ‘astro’ shots. If you click on through to Flickr to the larger incarnation of this photo, you’ll see some stars. This was from one of the very rare days in Pittsburgh when there weren’t any clouds. It’s not perfect, I would mention, theres’ a tiny amount of ‘pull’ or coma on the stars.

One needed to begin adjusting his sleeping schedule right around this point in the week, however, going to bed earlier and earlier to facilitate that upcoming day trip I mentioned yesterday, which would start in the extreme early morning a couple of days hence…

Back tomorrow.


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November 7, 2023 at 11:00 am