Where the ‘other 1%’ lived
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As has been mentioned previously, one of my little ‘Pitt Projects’ is devoted to getting to intimately know the place, and this has seen me walking along the ‘long’ streets and avenues found on the central peninsula/spine of Pittsburgh – streets which all ultimately terminate nearby the downtown area at the ‘point’ of the golden triangle.
For this scuttle, I had used a rideshare to drop my sorry ass off over in the Shadyside neighborhood of Pittsburgh, and along Fifth Avenue.
Cool architecture, there. Residential, though, which I don’t normally photograph – as it freaks people out when some strange old guy in an orange baseball cap and wearing a Cuban shirt walks up with a camera and starts to take pictures of their houses.
I really prefer the industrial stuff, anyway. Also, liminal spaces like bridges, and railway stations and tracks… tugboats, too… that’s me. I have to keep moving, or I’ll stop moving, so I’m always looking for something to look at while I’m scuttling about. This time around, it’s a section of the Fifth of Pittsburgh’s many Avenues.
During the gilded age, this section was where the millionaires of Pittsburgh lived. In the 19th century, being a Millionaire was quite similar to being a Billionaire in the 21st century.
Whereas I do appreciate a good palace (but prefer castles), it should be mentioned that it’s impossible for me not to be filled with vestigial ‘class rage’ when observing the mansions where these robber barons lived. Maybe it was ‘great’ then, America, but the ‘divvy up’ of the ‘ole cashiola’ sure wasn’t fair.
There’s a reason that workers fought and died for collective bargaining and unionization rights in the Chicago Stock Yards, on the docks of NYC, and in the steel mills of Pittsburgh. A lot of modern corporate America actually still operates under union rules – paid days off, various insurance policies, the 40 hour week, all that HR stuff you need to oblige about health and safety… we collectively owe that generation a debt.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I know that I’ve likely reignited a conversation about ‘Robber Barons’ vs. ‘Captains of Industry’ in the comments section again… sorry, not meaning to be provocative there, but I’ve read a lot more 19th century newspapers, magazines, and technical/scientific journals (in pursuit of Newtown Creek History, n’atch) than most people have and I’ll report to you that America’s post civil war to WW1 period was a freaking political powder keg of inequality and political corruption that was just waiting to blow. FDR and the New Deal staved off a revolution.
Anarchists were blowing stuff up, assassins going after the Capitalists in their offices and on the streets, boom and bust economic chaos, bank failures… there were socialists of different philosophical schools fighting with each other in the streets, the temperance leagues, the rise of organized crime, the decaying power of Tammany in NYC… it was… not a great time. There was a real scent of revolution and class war in the air back then.
The ‘millionaires row’ section here in Pittsburgh, though, that’s what this post is about. All else above is context for a forgotten time.
A lot of these buildings have been carved up into apartments, hotels, or condos and many provide student housing for the kids at Carnegie Mellon and Pitt. Saying that, and despite my working class contempt for this sort of situation, there are some fine looking buildings on display in this stretch. Here’s a link in Google Maps that’s centered in on one of these structures, which is pictured below, that has been converted over to a luxury short stay hotel. Why not use street view and have a quick ‘look around’ the area for yourself?
I often/almost always use street view to ‘scout’ a bit before I commit to a walking path. Gives me an idea of what to look for, and which lenses and or gear to bring with me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was a warm and summery day in Pittsburgh, and it was late in the afternoon during this scuttle.
Speaking of gear; I was carrying a fairly minimal ‘kit’ with me. A zoom lens on the camera, and a few ‘fast’ primes in a sling – bag just in case I found myself wandering into a church or something. In the end, I only used the zoom and stayed out of doors, but it’s better to not need something that you’ve got with you than to need something which you left at home.
I kept on thinking about my pal Kevin Walsh from Forgotten-NY, who would have likely loved this particular walk. Right up his alley, as it were.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned, a lot of student housing was on display. It was an interesting potpourri of styles and eras, as you could see various architectural epochs playing out in wood and stone. Brutalist, gothic, mid century modern, you name it.
All of this is set against Pittsburgh’s crazy terrain. This area is somewhat level and flat, as a note. Shadyside and Oakland seems to have been built on a bit of a plateau, up in the hillocks.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The McCook family estate, that’s what that is. A landmark, it was built as a private home for the family of one of Henry Clay Frick’s lawyers. It’s a landmark property, built between 1906 and 1907.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This structure is a real beauty, as far as vampire mansions go. The Negley–Gwinner–Harter House is located at 5061 Fifth Avenue, and apparently this area is still in the neighborhood of Shadyside. Another landmark, this building is owned privately.
On, your humble narrator scuttled.
Forward, ever forward – now – more than ever.
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Hey Now! Friday Edition.
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
HEY NOW! I had arrived at the Sly Fox Brewery outfit’s ‘Highline’ location, and started a tab. I’ve seen these tracks referred to as either the ‘Pittsburgh Subdivision’ or as the ‘Keystone Subdivision.’
Just as I was sitting down outside the brewery, with a lovely pint of stout, CSX #2656 thundered through while heading in a westerly direction.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey now! Emanating from the west, #7411 hurtled past next. It was quite a busy afternoon, I should mention, for the employees of CSX. I was only there for about two hours, but the hits kept on coming.
I’m going out of my way not to look up the make and models of these trains, as a small section of my soul seems to die everytime I do.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey now! Next up was CSX #7391. Really, it was a very busy afternoon for the CSX folks.
As I’ve been learning about rail here in Pittsburgh, one of the things I’ve gleaned is that ‘getting the shot’ is all about finding where the railroad choke points which they have to pass through are. It’s just like fishing.
Luckily, this particular choke point is found alongside a decent bar with outdoor seating.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
#7391 is either brand new or it’s just been repainted. That’s one of the highest quality ‘finishes’ I’ve ever seen on a freight train. Shiny and all specular, with actual reflectivity. Wow.
I went inside to the bar and paid my tab, then headed back outside to start my journey back to HQ in Dormont.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey now! The signal arms began to chime again just as I walked back outside, and this time it was CSX #7563 that was flowing towards me.
This train’s finishes were in the sort of corroded and scratched up condition which most freight trains usually are observed in.
All beat up, and quite a counterpoint to #7391.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It had been a nice day, really.
Back next week with something different at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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Sky Palaces & the ultramundane
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One of Quentin Tarantino’s ‘bits,’ from the ‘Kill Bill’ movies, offers the supposition that Clark Kent isn’t a secret identity for Superman – rather it’s that Clark Kent is commentary on humanity, and revelatory as to how the Man of Steel regards mankind. Weak, cowardly, indirect, messy, all that. That’s balderdash, Superman has the most ‘humanity’ amongst all of the fictional men. He’s a miracle.
Philip Johnson, architect of PPG Place here in Pittsburgh, was a guy whom I’d imagine didn’t like the idea of humanity very much. Whenever I’ve found myself walking around or within his buildings, a sensation of ‘inhuman’ jumps out of me. You can exist in Johnson’s work, but not ‘live’ there. The architecture is the main character, and you’re just a ‘walk on’ extra. Johnson lived in a glass house, literally, and threw stones all the time.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Saying that, Johnson’s stuff is always pretty photogenic. I’ve got an idea for a cool shot in this area, one of my rare ‘moving image’ forays. Planning on trying to surmount the ordeal of capturing it as the winter gets closer, and the skies grow more dynamic.
I’ll need fast moving weather for what I’ve got in mind.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I had a few errands to run, and then the afternoon would be mine to waste. A couple last shots from downtown, and I was heading across the river to the usual spot at Sly Fox Brewery, for what ended up being a fairly productive late afternoon session of shooting trains.
One headed over to the Smithfield Street Bridge to cross the river.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Cola Street caught my eye again during the effort, with its Color House. That vehicle bridge in the shot is a part of the PJ McArdle Roadway, which I’ve walked down several times.
The Paris of Appalachia, yo.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On my walk to the brewery, I spotted a BNSF locomotive moving along CSX’s Subdivision tracks. Movers and shakers, BNSF is the country’s largest railroading outfit and operates over 8,000 locomotives.
They seemed nice.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A bit closer to Sly Fox Brewery and the concrete company next door to it was unloading what looked like sand from a barge. A crane handled the work and conveyor belts transported the market across the tracks and into the mixing vessels.
Your humble narrator repeated his usual ritual of using the brewery’s lavatory and then ordering a pint of beer, starting a tab. I planned on hanging out here for a while, and photographing trains.
More on that tomorrow.
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Six unrelated photos
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Newtown Pentacle HQ is currently housed in Pittsburgh’s Borough of Dormont, where the local governing body has been working assiduously to build a sense of community amongst the thousand or so households contained within its confines. On one recent event, Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself wandered the borough and got friendly.
One of the neighbors has fashioned himself as the ‘Hogfather’ in honor of the pigs his family keeps as pets. Pictured with them (partially) is the ‘Hogmama’ as the former personage had to go to work that day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Found myself sitting in a parking spot in downtown Pittsburgh one day, and admiring the exterior of the First Presbyterian Church of Pittsburgh. As soon as I can make it happen, I want to get the camera up close and personal with this building. Wow.
As is the case with these sorts of posts, I crack out a lot of shots during my daily rounds. Most of them are gathered in pursuit of narrative – I’m taking a walk, or I went to a thing, or saw something cool. Posts like this one gather together shots I like, but couldn’t easily fit them into the narrative ‘flow’ of whatever else it is I might be rattling on about.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was nearby the Monongahela River one day, behind the wheel of the car, when I noticed three military helicopters just hanging static in the air over ‘Technology Drive,’ which is another former steel mill site that has been developed as a scholastic and business incubator for next level ‘tech’ that’s populated by Carnegie Mellon and other institutions.
The helicoptors were Air National Guard.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Dormont Borough has been busy, and they organized another great event called ‘Porchmont,’ wherein about sixty households signed up to welcome visiting neighbors onto their porch for a ‘get to know each other’ conversation. People put out food and beverages, and one guy named Vinnie was even BBQing Japanese style chicken. Great event, this.
Couldn’t help but get a shot of a passing T light rail from one of my neighbor’s porches.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Bridgeville is practically next door to Dormont. It’s a residential community, but there’s an enormous agglomeration of strip mall development along its main drag. Chain shops, from Home Depot to Walmart and Texas Roadhouse, mainly. On one of the ‘back roads’ an enormous Flea Market can be found.
Our Lady asked me to drive her over for a ‘browse,’ and after parking the car in the Flea Market’s lot, I couldn’t help but get a couple of shots of their enormous flag. Wow.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey now! This one is from that walk across the Fort Duquesne Bridge described last week. I was zoomed all the way out, but still had to crop the image a bit. That’s the Duquesne Incline in the background, and CSX was heading away from Ohio in a southeastern direction, along the Monongahela River.
Back tomorrow.
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New tires? Well, sheiste…
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My car is still kind of new, and the warranty agreement with Toyota is obliged by bringing the thing into the ‘stealership’ about every 5,000 miles, to have the tires rotated and all of the vital juices and jellies in the engine and power train examined, or changed out, or replaced.
Imagine my surprise when the mechanics told me that I needed new tires, on a factory new car which I took delivery of in October of 2022 and that only has 25k miles on it. It was undeniable, they showed me the tread depth with a special PA. approved tool, and then they did the penny test as well. They told me about a sale they were having in October, but one of my tires began losing about 5 PSI of pressure every day, so I had to get the process going a lot quicker than I would have liked.
The penny thing is kind of interesting to me – from a folk knowledge POV. You take a penny coin, turn it upside down, and then insert it into one of your tire treads. If the tread isn’t touching Lincoln’s head, then you need new tires.
That’s how and why I found myself back in Homestead, in a Costco parking lot, with a couple of hours to kill while the Costco mechanics set the MOP (Mobile Oppression Platform) up with a new set of shoes. Luckily, I’m remarkably self entertaining and ‘kicking dirt’ is a specialty.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The tire guy was actually stunned that I’d gotten about 25,000 miles out of ‘OEM’ (Original Equipment Manufacturer) supplied tires, and he said that normally he sees new car owners by 15k.
It was implied that the same tire molds were used for the supplied tires as the commercial model, but different materials were used to manufacture the things which aren’t as robust as the commercially available and consumer facing products. The OEM tires are sold to the manufacturer at a loss, with the inherent gamble that the end customer is likely to just buy a set of the exact same tires as replacements. Grrr.
This banged me out for just under a thousand bucks, in the end.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Time to kill, nowhere to go, God’s lonely man… all that.
I headed towards the walkway leading to the off ramp of the Homestead Gray’s Bridge, connecting Homestead across the Monongahela River with Squirrel Hill, and other residential neighborhoods on the other side. It is set fairly high up, the bridge, and provides interesting views.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This POV looks roughly south, towards the community of Homestead.
I’m told things get pretty wild up in those hills at night, but until I’ve witnessed something personally it’s just heresay. Especially so, now. Don’t believe anything that you don’t personally observe, these days. All is false, lies, and deceptions. Pay no attention to the men behind the curtain.
Luckily, there are multiple lines of railroad tracks which are leave behinds from the age of steel found here. Lots and lots of railroad tracks, in fact.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
CSX #6025 appeared. It was heading southeast.
Vehicle traffic was unusually heavy on the bridge, due to a cataclysmic fire in Squirrel Hill that decimated a high occupancy apartment building found fairly close to the entrance of the interstate. That exit was closed, and detours were sending all of that traffic towards Homestead. Yikes.
I decided on Costco for the tire replacement, incidentally, for a combination of their warrantees and price on the job. It was also convenient, which is always a factor that I ‘price in.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On my looping path back to the tire center at Costco, I spotted a Norfolk Southern locomotive just sitting there, idling. The pickup sitting next to the train indicates that there was likely a crew change or something ‘official’ going on.
No trip to Costco is complete without a foot long hot dog, so I scratched that off the list while waiting for the text that my car was ready.
I ended up buying Michelin Cross Climate 2’s. All season tires, warranteed to 40,000 miles, and their unique tread pattern qualifies the things to be embossed with a snow tire seal. Haven’t taken much of a hit on mileage yet, so seemingly a ‘win.’
Back tomorrow.
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