Now more than ever, for always
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator recently found himself driving past the Wheeling & Lake Erie rail yard in Greentree, which neighbors Pittsburgh’s Dormont – where Newtown Pentacle HQ is found. They weren’t doing anything terribly exciting down there, mainly maneuvering the rolling stock around from one track to the other. I was just passing by, and then I parked the automobile, cracked out a few shots and then got back to my daily round.
The shots in today’s post are were captured mid October, incidentally. I’m still maintaining my advance ‘lead time’ here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Usually, some variation of this scene is the first shot I take when going out for a walk. It’s my front yard, and the corner at the bottom of the steep hill which I sometimes mention. Not a terribly exciting composition, admittedly, but the reason I pop out this shot is to figure out the ‘median’ exposure triangle which I’ll likely be using for the rest of the day’s effort.
It’s like a gray card for the photographic environment, this practice. lets me know that the ‘sun is dark today’ or that ‘there’s too much light.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Our Lady and myself attended another festival/town event here in Dormont, and the titular ‘main street’ of the Borough was closed to traffic while a music festival was underway.
Hundreds, I tell you, hundreds of people were there. There were vendors ‘tabling,’ which included the PA Constable’s Office doing recruiting, and the officer therein was a really nice guy who answered several of my rather specific questions about their patrol and responsibilities. I’m not looking to become a constable, but now I know what their enforcement duties are and what they do. Neat.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The clarion call of lonely places was singing in my ears. Empty alleys where… but this was a ‘social’ day, however. Hanging out with and getting to know the neighbors. Music was playing from three stages, and a couple of the local breweries were set up nearby selling beers.
It was a warm day in Pittsburgh, middle 70’s and bright sunlight. Shirt sleeve weather, basically.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Personally, I find this sort of thing somewhat emotionally draining. To start – afternoon alcohol drinks put me to sleep early these days, and there’s lots of potential hazards to pay attention to as the human still about. Increasingly, my ‘all too human’ need to be ‘amongst people’ is squashed by my ‘I hate everyone’ instincts. I’m really, really, struggling to try and ‘remain positive.’ Staying ‘chipper’ is a bit of a challenge.
I don’t belong in this sort of scene… happy people being nice, while the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself is bouncing around above… this sort of thing is more my speed.
Human… all too human… me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After the festival, our neighbors and Our Lady decided on one last beverage, which we obtained at the local dive bar. While staring out the window of this joint (which I’m not really a fan of), a passing ‘T’ Light Rail unit caught my attentions. I’d be riding one of these the next morning, when my next scuttle would occur.
Back tomorrow with something different, thereby – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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Spin me right round
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator is ineluctably drawn to ‘totally stupid fun.’
To wit, as part of a municipality of Pittsburgh endorsed ‘Oktoberfest’ celebration, organizers installed a Ferris Wheel on the Sixth Street/Roberto Clemente Bridge recently. Our Lady joined me for this one, and we headed over to the north shore of the city for the experience.
Ferris Wheels, in particular, are favorite examples of ‘totally stupid fun’ to me. Remember when your scuttling speaker felt obliged to go ride the one in Times Square back in 2021? Good times.
George Ferris lived, briefly before his early death, in Pittsburgh – which is discussed in this post from a scuttle down the Ohio River Trail.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This contraption seemed definitively rickety, I’d mention. The wheel mechanism expands out of a semi trailer and was assembled into working order via the usage of cotter pins and steel cables. Didn’t exactly feel ‘safe,’ but that’s part of the charm of a carnival ride, flirting with death.
$7 bought you about a ten to fifteen minute ride to try your luck, basically four rotations of the wheel. Whee!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Our Lady and I were seated in one of the gondola benches, and away we went. I liberally waved the camera about. You don’t see this POV, everyday, unless you’re a bird or a drone.
What used to be referred to as ‘a bird’s eye view’ can now be more accurately described as being a ‘drone camera’s perspective.’
The ‘future’ just sucks, doesn’t it?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
We had a nice time, especially so since we were attending the event during the late afternoon of a weekday. Nearby, vendors were selling German inspired foods and drink. Lots of ‘big pretzels.’
We stopped at one of the licensed vendors and whereas Our Lady ordered a lager, I opted for something novel to me – Blueberry Hard Cider. Yum. Didn’t ‘agree’ with me, however, and the next morning’s ‘sit down’ was interesting in terms of consistency and coloration.
Hey, my yelp reviews for restaurants always explore the entire experience: before, during, and after.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The weather was horrifically perfect. Lamentations and yearnings for more unpleasant atmospheric conditions are offered. Middle 60’s with a steady breeze. Cotton floating about in the vault, golden sunlight.
Just as we were getting ready to split, the evening crowd began to arrive.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Tomorrow, back to the usual marching about, and observing things.
All of my plans to get away for a few days in October utterly collapsed, due to the tyranny of the now, and other factors. Altoona and the horseshoe curve will have to wait for the spring, I’m afraid.
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Hey Now!, times three
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At the end of a medium length scuttle down through and around Pittsburgh’s South Side Slopes neighborhood, detailed in prior posts, your humble narrator now found himself in a quite familiar setting: drinking a pint of beer while at Pittsburgh’s Sly Fox brewery, and photographing passing CSX freight trains.
First up was CSX #3284. Heading northwesterly, towards Ohio, and away from the steel plants found along the Monongahela River, West Virginia, and or Maryland.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was a Saturday afternoon, which made it kind of surprising just how much rail traffic there was during my relatively short visit. I’ve started working out the timing of their operations, and have observed that there seems to be a long interval in the late morning and early afternoon when nothing is rolling through. After about 3 p.m., CSX seems to get a lot busier. I’m seldom if ever here in the early part of the day, so…
After the train passed through, I marched into the brewery, put my glass on the counter and said ‘reload.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
In addition to the bartender, CSX seems to heard me say ‘reload.’
Next up was #430, which was heading in a southeasterly direction (away from Ohio). One of the things I like so much about this spot is there are two grade crossings with signal arms here. I get plenty of notice that something is going to be coming through, and an idea of what direction it’s coming from, based on which one of the signal arms triggers first.
They do blow the train’s horns while approaching, but that sort of sound isn’t necessarily ‘directional,’ due to it bouncing around off of buildings and the geology, if you know what I mean.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It had been a pleasant early autumn day in Pittsburgh, weather wise. I was quaffing Helles branded draft Lager at the brewery. Intervals between train sets were about 15-30 minutes on this particular day.
After #430 passed through, I headed inside, demanded another ‘reload,’ and also paid my tab.
Big difference between ‘having a drink’ and ‘getting drunk’ for me is volume related, and these days alcohol in excess just makes me want to go take a nap. I always figure that I’m ‘paying rent’ for the train photo opportunity and am obliged to buy a drink in return for the seating, but this spot is ‘a public park area with a brewery’ rather than the other way around. I usually don’t mention the pints of water I’m also drinking, but there you go.
I could just sit and wait, but I like access to the bathroom and your humble narrator really enjoys a nice cold pint on a warm day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Last up – for me, at least – was CSX #7086. It was headed in the westerly direction, towards Ohio, and it was the last thing I’d end up photographing on this particular day.
After a little while, I summoned a rideshare to pick me up, and carry my carcass back to HQ. That habit is something I’m going to be (and have been since the time of this writing) attenuating.
Made sense in terms of the ankle situation, all these months, but I’m back to riding the T light rail again, and using it as my mass transit springboard into various situations and spots. The T has limited range, however, which is why it’s a ‘springboard.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
So, that’s the end of my tale of the walk down the Sterling Street Steps, through the South Side Flats, and then gathering train photos at a familiar brewery. Nice time, for a Saturday in October.
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Flats scuttle
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After worrying about hidden subterranean tunnels housing armies of atavist cannibals, Day Walking Vampires, and all the other usual stuff I think about while walking down the Sterling Street Steps here in Pittsburgh, your humble narrator had arrived in the South Side Flats neighborhood.
The end goal at this point involved grabbing a beer at a favorite spot, and waiting around with the hope of photographing a few trains.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the PJ McArdle Roadway, which I’ve mentioned (and walked down) several times. There’s a sizable homeless colony which exists below it, along the Norfolk Southern trackage. A recent Mayoral election here in Pittsburgh, and a concurrent ‘cleanup’ order issued by the incumbent, saw several of the large encampments in this very public area disassembled by Police and Sanitation departments. ‘Squeezing the zit,’ as it were. The incumbent lost anyway.
If a Vampire feeds on heroin or opiate enthusiasts, can they catch an addiction sympathetically? Do drugs work on the armies of the night?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Yeah, I made a couple of turns I shouldn’t have while walking, and had to consult Google Maps when I went the wrong way. Signage told me that I had.
You have to figure that Vampires are absolute reservoirs for all sorts of blood based diseases. Hep C comes to mind. I’d also imagine that the Nosferatu must have food prejudices and preferences. ‘I only feed off Vegans’ or ‘Nope, he’s been eating Cod.’ Maybe ‘I’m in the mood for a nice juicy Christian’ or ‘I feel like Chinese tonight.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
So, I’ve established that you can’t trust the ground, or any people that you might meet as they might be Day-Vampires. What about the air itself? Think there’s miasmas or floating jellies up there in the vault, just waiting for a chance to eat you up? Can you rule that one out? Everything is possible, now, after all.
I’ve advised against swimming in the ocean my entire life. The seas are giant open stomachs and everything in there wants to digest you.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Nowhere is safe, everything and everyone is a threat. If not to your person, than to your sense of reality and self. Best thing to do, thereby, is barricade yourself up within a personal castle and hide away with your guns and your god. It’s only going to get worse, chaos rules.
Really… I cannot tell you how many people tell me stuff like that these days. The world is the world and always has been, bad things abound, but something like 5,000 puppies are being born every minute of the day, globally speaking. Get a grip, people’s.
Sure, there’s Vampires. Why not act like a Van Helsing then? It would be hard to explain to a judge, I admit, burning down Carfax Abbey.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Finally, I arrived in the ‘zone’ which I had been ultimately been walking to for a couple of hours, nearby the ‘Colors Park’ and the brewery where I planned on spending the next hour of my life photographing trains.
Something to do.
More on that next week.
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Back to level ground
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator was highly satiated and satisfied by scuttling the spectacular Sterling Street Steps in Pittsburgh’s South Side Slopes section, as described in prior posts. The subsequence of this walk played out on the way downhill, and then into the South Side Flats area. I was already thinking about photographing trains.
Saying that, what a fascinating place this neighborhood must be to live. Challenging, though.
What if you drop an apple or orange on your way back from shopping?
The tumbling cultivar might build up enough momentum, rolling down that hill, to achieve ballistic speeds. You wouldn’t expect that, an orange moving faster than the speed of sound smacking into you. That’s ‘how they get ya.’
Also, as you’ll recall from a few posts ago, I’m quite concerned about the idea of Diurnal Vampires – Day Walkers.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just like back in NYC’s Queens, all those centuried waves of immigration to Pittsburgh have also allowed egress for hordes of parasitic ghouls, devils, and all the horrors that bedeviled these populations in the old world who followed their victims overseas. These entities have long set up shop here in the Republic.
Vampires are just part of the ‘evil equation,’ and luckily they’re pretty rare. You can’t have too many human hunters in one area, even in NYC, for the same reason that Tigers are solitary and have to maintain huge hunting ranges. A wolf, for instance, needs to consume 5-7 pounds of meat a day. Too many predator vampires, not enough blood. Basic economics suggest thereby that the price of keeping a human alive prior to exsanguination becomes expensive, and inflated. Best to spread out.
There’s persistent local legend here in Western PA., about ‘hill people’ who secretly inhabit the larger Appalachian region – as in they’re cannibalistic ‘people’ who live inside, and under, the hills who grab and carry away kids and hikers from the woods. It doesn’t get talked about.
Actually, Lore Lodge recently did discuss it extensively.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Wittering and worrying about the armies of the night on a brightly lit afternoon just speaks so much about my psychology… I can find a ray of darkness in any point of light…
This part of Pittsburgh was extensively mined in the 18th and 19th century. Mount Washington, which is the landform that these steps are set into, used to be called ‘Coal Hill.’
Coal mines that were abandoned, even the ones which the State environmental people know about, are a real problem in these parts.
About a year ago, some poor woman and her dog were swallowed up by a sink hole that spontaneously subsided in their back yard. That hole dropped them down about 40 feet into an old coal mine which nobody knew about. The lady died, but the dog was rescued by Fire Dept. personnel. Concrete was poured into the mine’s void and the ground restored.
It seems that you didn’t need to file a building plan with the local Government, back to the 1830’s and most of the way to the 20th century, when you wanted to start digging into the verge in search of fortune. Lots and lots of small scale mining activity happened below the surface, and no records were left behind of the subterrene corridors, columns, and chambers which were carved out and then abandoned.
Pennsylvania has maps of the abandoned mines which are known to exist, but every Academic and Authority bemoans that it’s incomplete.
Beyond these abandoned voids allowing a place for the ‘Hill People’ and other legends to congregate and lurk in fuligin darkness, abandoned mines also produce acid runoff and other environmental hazards. Good news is that Pennsylvania leads the nation in terms of mushroom harvest.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A rickety steel bridge at Mission Street, overflying a park and also neighboring a municipal water pumping facility, marked my turn off from the Sterling Street Steps and corridor. From this point out, it was all fairly familiar ground.
The plan from here out was to really lean into my strides and walk as quickly as I could, these days. Flat ground was nearby.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve walked down South 18th street quite a few times. Steeply graded, South 18th’s severely angled pavements have helped me regain the strength in my calves after the broken ankle incident.
South Side Flats isn’t an area where I’ll worry about esoteric things like Ghasts or Day Walkers, instead I’m looking out for the ‘dope sick’ and desperate who might decide to try and take something from me to feed their habits.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Were I younger, and I mean in my early thirties, the South Side Flats would have been where I wanted to settle here in Pittsburgh. A nearby commercial street is full of restaurants, bars, nightlife. Great spot. Lots of junkies, street people, and tons of ‘law and order’ trouble at night, however. Very much reminds me of First Avenue or Avenue A in NYC’s East Village.
I’m old, though, so we moved to the suburbs, and just come down here when a night out is desired.
My toes had already pointed in the direction of the Sly Fox Brewery, where a pint of beer and – hopefully – a bunch of CSX trains would be waiting for me for the price of walking another mile or so.
Back tomorrow.
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