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Thursday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This scuttle began on the top of that elevation pictured above, proceeded down Brosville Street in the South Side Slopes neighborhood to the Church Route Steps, and then my stinking carcass could be observed wiggling about on the level streets of the South Side Flats area, by any who cared to notice.

The goal for the day involved purposefully ‘leaning into it’ and propelling myself through space as quickly as possible, in an attempt to begin training my still gamey ankle back to a proper ‘average’ walking speed. I’ll be doing this all winter, I imagine.

Shall I burst back into the vernal season as a speedster then, clad in scarlet and adorned with flashes of lightning? No. That’s a comic book character called the Flash, and not the living embodiment of the phrase ‘remains of the day’ that your humble narrator has devolved into.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Spotted this cool car on my way through. One thought to himself that ‘this has to be the most masculine vehicle I’ve ever seen.’

Since I was in the ‘flats’ neighborhood, I decided to have a pint of beer for lunch at the Sly Fox Brewery, and also see if I couldn’t manage to capture a few train shots while I was there.

Hey, calorically and cholesterolically speaking, beer is a better choice than a burger. It’s hydrating too, and there’s also a toilet in that brewery.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I didn’t have to wait long, and CSX #2218 appeared, heading ‘towards Ohio’ from unknown points to the southeast. This particular locomotive has been mentioned before here, in ‘Road Slug, baby, Road Slug.’

I should mention that the ‘baby’ thing is part of a long running joke between Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself. It got started one night on a Working Harbor trip in NY Harbor back in the 2010’s, when she pointed out a passing vessel and asked if it was a dinner boat. I said ‘you definitely don’t want to eat there.’ ‘Sludge Boat, baby, Sludge Boat.’ It’s been a running joke ever since.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This post represents about a half hour’s worth of sitting around for the train shots in today’s post. As you may have discerned, I’m particularly fond of this location, and admittedly have been overshooting along these tracks in th least few months, but man – it’s practically a sure thing. Also, there’s beer and a toilet!

I had nothing like this at Newtown Creek. If I wanted a rail shot of anything other than a LIRR or Subway train, I had to go hang out under the Pulaski or Greenpoint Avenue Bridges, sometimes for hours. There was no pint of beer, and the toilet was… well, the toilet was actually everywhere. Everything under these bridges smelled like a mix of wet garbage, auto exhaust, and hot asphalt.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

There’s a point of view available above, on a long trestle built for trucks which overflies the tracks. In between train appearances I used the elevator (!) to head up top for a shot or three of these neato concrete trucks moving around the Bryan Materials Group campus.

If I wanted shots of concrete trucks back at Newtown Creek, that was pretty available and easy to get, but you also had to figure in being a bit sly about when and where you’d gather them lest you draw the attention of a certain self organizing group of Sicilian entrepreneurs down upon yourself.

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After returning my pint glass, having only imbibed one ‘lunch beer,’ CSX #7258 next hurtled through the pass.

It’s a ‘GE CM44AC’ model locomotive. I always remind myself about safety when doing rail shots, as even a small mistake could be catastrophic. Famously, this is the sort of thing which I think ‘AI’ is pretty good at describing, so Google’s computer mind was queried and the response to ‘describe the physics involved if a GE_AC44C6M locomotive collided with a stationary human being, while at top speed’ follows:

A GE AC44C6M locomotive, which has a top speed of approximately 75 mph (121 km/h), possesses an enormous amount of kinetic energy and momentum due to its massive weight (around 140 metric tons or 312,000 lbs). A collision with a stationary human at this speed is a highly inelastic collision governed by Newton’s laws of motion and the conservation of momentum. 

The Dynamics of the Collision

  1. Initial Contact: The collision occurs over a very short duration. The force exerted is immense due to the rapid change in the human’s velocity, from zero to some high velocity in a fraction of a second.
  2. Momentum Transfer: The human’s momentum changes dramatically, accelerating rapidly to a speed close to that of the train (though the human will likely be impacted and thrown, not “stick” to the front). The locomotive’s velocity, and thus its momentum, changes by a negligible amount because its mass is orders of magnitude larger.
  3. Energy Dissipation: The human body is not designed to withstand such massive forces and rapid acceleration. The applied forces are far beyond the structural integrity of the human skeleton and tissues. The energy is dissipated through the catastrophic failure of the body’s structure, including bone crushing and severe tissue damage.
  4. Outcome: The human is violently struck, resulting in instantaneous fatality with near-zero chance of survival. The body would likely be thrown a significant distance or, depending on the exact point of impact and design of the locomotive’s front (e.g., the snow plow or ‘cowcatcher’), may be caught and dragged or run over by the train cars. 

The scale difference between the train and a person is so extreme that the collision is comparable to an ant being stepped on by an elephant—both are immensely larger than the ant, and the outcome for the ant is the same regardless of the exact mass difference. The locomotive continues with essentially no change in speed, while the human is subjected to fatal forces. 


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November 27, 2025 at 11:00 am

Ambulare vel mori

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Wednesday

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Exercise day was once more exigent, a schedule which I try to approach with a certain amount of religiosity. The goal set for my day involved working on speed, as in consciously quickening my steps while moving about. One of the things, regarding the ankle situation, that I’m still dealing with, involves ‘pace.’ Walking speed, as it were.

My stride is back, but I often find myself standing at street intersections staring at the ‘walk/dont walk’ sign while reminding myself that ‘you can’t run, Mitch.’ I won’t be jogging, probably ever, but I do need to regain some ‘burst speed’ capability.

One thereby dragged his derrière up the hill in Dormont to the T light rail station at Potomac Avenue, and the train was soon depositing me in Pittsburgh’s Allentown, at a temporary stop which I’ve been using all summer as a springboard for similar pursuits.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This was a downhill course for me, which would follow ‘Brosville Street,’ down to the flat land along the Monongahela River. Not as steep as a few of the other branching paths leading from Allentown’s temporary T stop, but still a cool walk that I hadn’t taken yet. I have driven it several times, as this is a local streets ‘shortcut’ I’ll use when the bridges and tunnels are highly congested, in order to get from one side of Mount Washington to the other. Every time I’ve driven through here, I keep on saying ‘gotta walk that sometime.’

Sometime is today! There is no tomorrow, only the tyranny of the now. Yesterday has already happened, so don’t worry about it as there’s nothing you can do to change what happened. Start today!

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A deer was encountered, but I screwed the shot up while trying to photograph him. Take a look, if you want. Focus was off, and so was the exposure. I have a pretty good batting average when it comes to random stuff encountered, but this particular deer didn’t want to stand there and pose for me. As soon as I pointed the camera at him, he shot off into the woods. Bah!

A long, hot, and fairly dry summer has delayed the autumnal displays, up in the verge, until the very end of October and the beginning of November this year. There was about two weeks worth of orange up in the hills, until it suddenly grew very cold and windy at the start of November. The leaves just browned, and then blew away or dropped. Bah!

– photo by Mitch Waxman

‘Disturbingly heterogeneous’ is how I’d describe the building stock up here. Every plot of land is different in size, shape, and verticality. Each building seems to have unique adaptations to the terrain it squats upon built in. Fascinating.

As I say every time, it must be a real challenge to live in the South aside Slopes area due to this crazy terrain. Particularly so during the snowy months. Yikes.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Brosville Street intersects with Pius Street at its terminus, nearby a Catholic Church which has been converted into Condominium Apartments.

Y’know, if I was born rich, instead of just good looking…

Behind that former church building is where you can find a cool pathway along Pittsburgh’s ‘City Steps,’ dubbed ‘the Church Route Steps.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This time around, I wasn’t quaking with fear from the vestigial PTSD left over from the broken ankle. In fact, and in accordance with my stated goal of increasing walking speed – I positively hurtled down the stairs here, or at least comparatively so to other recent scuttles.

Back tomorrow with more.


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November 26, 2025 at 11:00 am

Tripling down

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Tuesday

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Just a short post today, carrying a trio of somewhat random photos captured during my various and quite ultramundane travels through the Pittsburgh metro area.

The one above depicts a street level view of the Wheeling & Lake Erie RR outfit’s ‘Rook Yard’ at the border of Carnegie and Green Tree. It was a Sunday, and nothing profound was happening there. Cracked out a shot as I had made a special trip to spy upon them.

The photos in today’s post were largely gathered while operating the Mobile Oppression Platform, a Toyota.

Needless to say, but the car’s transmission was in park mode as the shutter was depressed – before anyone asks or shouts ‘j’accuse.’

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This one is from the evening of Halloween, and was captured in Dormont, where Newtown Pentacle HQ is located, while on foot. It didn’t rain, believe it or not, despite the warnings of the meteorological crew.

Your humble narrator has been feeling pent up, boxed in, and the old wanderlust has recently reignited. Physical limitations due to the ankle dealie have been lessening, and it’s time to bust out of my rusty cage and roam again.

As far as the limitations go… they just set parameters for me to work within at this point, and I’ve also grown quite tired of such matters getting in my way. The ‘will to power’ urge grows within, like a cancer.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Another ‘behind the wheel’ shot, this time from one of Dormont’s neighboring communities, in Mount Oliver. Something about that converted garage apartment just grabbed me. Very, very, Greg Brady, but with a dystopian air which satisfied me.

Back tomorrow with something a bit more substantial.


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November 25, 2025 at 11:00 am

Remains of a scuttle

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Monday

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After traipsing all over Pittsburgh during a longish scuttle, your humble narrator found himself heading into more familiar territory along the Monongahela River. Another not so friendly to pedestrians route was chosen, this one paralleling a series of high speed roads which operate in a trench. Pictured above, in the distance, is a traffic machine called the ‘Fort Pitt Bridge.’

Every GPS navigation package you can think of directs all the traffic in Pittsburgh going to and from the South Hills region onto the Fort Pitt Bridge and tunnel. There are two other perfectly acceptable highway paths you can take out of the central section of Pittsburgh towards the South Hills, which deposit you in more or less the same area on the other side of Mount Washington, I’d mention. Saying that, all of the ‘maps’ apps just love sending traffic to that very congested bridge and tunnel.

The Fort Pitt bridge offers what I consider to be one of the worst traffic interchanges in the entire country. It’s an ‘X,’ and the thousands of cars and trucks an hour which cross it and enter that tunnel having to negotiate a diagonal merge in a surprisingly short interval.

As I’ve intoned earlier, the driving culture of Pittsburgh is absolute brutality, so this ain’t pretty.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Moving easterly, the mirror face of the PPG Plaza building caught my eye as it threw reflection of the burning thermonuclear eye of God itself around. Disdain for the memory of architect Philip Johnson blossomed in my mind.

The plan for the rest of the day involved heading over to familiar territory at the Sly Fox Brewery where I’d hopefully get to see a train go by.

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The Smithfield Street Bridge is a wonderful touchstone. The original bridge here was designed by John Roebling, and when it needed an upgrade they hired Gustav Lindenthal to do it. The bridge’s piers are original to the Roebling version, and the tension spring upper steel is Lindenthal’s.

Roebling, of course, designed and built the Brooklyn Bridge. Lindenthal is the mastermind behind the Queensboro Bridge. I quickened my stride.

I was heading for the brewery, after all, and was fairly thirsty by this point. I also needed to make ‘wee-wee.’

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A pint of lager in hand, and after a trip to the loo, one settled in and waited for the signal chimes to start ringing at Sly Fox Brewery. It took maybe twenty minutes of waiting before CSX #4749 exploded into view.

HEY NOW!

It’s a 2003 vintage ‘EMD SD70MAC.’ A 16 cylinder engine in the locomotive produces some 4,000 HP of thrust, and it is said to offer a top speed of 70 mph.

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It had been a nice, long walk. Lots of ups and downs, long distances, and mostly flat. What was desired was attained, which was to do some shooting while subjecting my gamey ankle to a longish walk.

As you’re reading this, remember that exactly one year ago today I was still confined to a wheelchair, and experiencing ghastly amounts of pain. The injury was more than just orthopedic, as lots of soft tissue damage had occurred too. Suffice to say that I learned about a new one during this experience – pressure blisters. Felt like a burn, but under the cast.

I just can’t stop remembering that right about now. Trauma, yo.

Adding in that I was all doped up on opioid pain killers, this situation wasn’t at all pretty. All I could do, besides watching a Turk soap opera about the Ottomans, was dream about recovery, and getting back to doing…

…This…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As the saying goes: Life is what happens to you while you’re making other plans, right?

Back tomorrow with something different – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.


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November 24, 2025 at 11:00 am

To the confluence, onwards

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Friday

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Continuing with description of a fairly wide ranging scuttle around Pittsburgh: your humble narrator could be observed shambling along a waterfront trail, one which hugs the southern shoreline of the Allegheny River, in the so called ‘Golden Triangle’ section of the city.

This view looks in a westerly direction towards the confluence of the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers, where the headwaters of the Ohio River form. The bridge closest to the lens is the Fort Duquesne Bridge, and the one in the distance is the West End Bridge.

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The staccato of a diesel engine echoed upriver, and I decided this would be an excellent spot for a quick ‘sit down.’ It had been a few hours since I was at rest, and since I wanted to get a few shots of whatever was coming down the river, it was an opportunity to just sit down and wait. It was nice to take my camera bag off of my back.

Just the other day, at a Doctor’s appointment, occasion found the Doc and I weighing the camera bag. Just under thirty pounds of stuff on my back, as it turns out.

The heaviest items in there, beyond the camera and zoom lens, are a series of prime lenses (which allow me to be ready for most things, including entering interior spaces with low light or night shots), there’s a tripod and other camera mounts, and a bunch of gear which I don’t necessarily ‘need’ but like having with me. I’ve got my rail scanner radio in there, and I actually carry a few comfort items like bandaids with me, just in case. There’s also small tools in there which I might need for the camera, or other gear, while out in the field – hex wrenches and the like. Sometimes, there’s an umbrella too.

The Doc was interested in what my physical exercise modality entailed, and he wanted to gauge physical capabilities, based on my reporting to him of scuttling distance and time. Luckily, I think this was my last ‘check up’ of 2025. At least, I’m hoping it is.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The hull of this vessel includes a logo for an entity called ‘Alcosan,’ and a line of text that reads ‘ATB READSHAW,’ with its call sign being ‘WDJ4530.’

Alcosan is the ‘Allegheny County Sanitary Authority.’ Sewer and water agency, basically. Apparently, the boat is named for a former elected official who is now a board member of the Alcosan outfit.

The barge it was towing had a shed/structure and other equipment on it. Seemed pretty banal, but I take what I can get when behind the lens.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I waited around for about 15-20 minutes as the underway tug headed towards the Fort Duquesne Bridge. I shot way too many exposures of the thing, but to fair, my hunt for rail earlier in the day had come up empty and I was fairly psyched just to have a subject to point the camera at.

Sometimes you get lucky and everything falls into place, other times it’s mile after mile of banality.

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‘That’s a cool view of the Fort Duquesne Bridge’ thought your humble narrator, and resolve to come back and capture this scene in low light hours blossomed within. I’m feeling the urge for night time shooting again.

Problem is that my old NYC night owl tendencies have fallen away, and it’s fairly common for me to be awake and drinking coffee by six in the morning. Accordingly, I’ve been going to bed quite early for a while now. As has often been mentioned, where I now live is dark and quiet at night.

Really no good reason, these days, for me to be awake at two or three in the morning. This ain’t Astoria.

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This contraption was encountered next.

It required a bit of detective work to figure out what this gizmo does, but this photo, and this one too, provided the key to unlocking the mystery. Turns out this is a ‘counter’ of some kind which manufactures statistical data as to how many of the humans pass by it on the waterfont trail. ‘Eco Counter’ is imprinted on an electronics box, and that’s the name of a Canadian company whose offerings operate in this space and provide governmental entities with analytics. Neat.

Back next week with more – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.


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November 21, 2025 at 11:00 am