‘Can’t’ can’t be in my vocabulary
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This walk which I was attempting wasn’t terribly ambitious, it was more about repeating a few of the steps which had proved painful and burdensome just a couple of weeks prior, and played out over just a few miles. It’s going to take a few minutes for me to get back to proper shape and form.
After riding the T light rail to the center of all things Pittsburgh, a short walk over the Monongahela River via the Smithfield Street Bridge was on order. The T kept on popping up all afternoon, and it was incumbent on me to accept that I had to keep on photographing it every time it passed by.
The weather situation has improved somewhat, but it’s still damned cold here. We haven’t seen meaningful snow in a bit, but you can smell it on the wind. This cold winter isn’t over yet.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After crossing the river, my plan was to hang a left and look for some freight trains that I might be able to photograph. A new purchase has been made, and I’ve got one of those radio scanner things now. I have no real idea how to use it, but I was able to listen in to an approaching Norfolk Southern train for a minute. Really have to read the instruction manual again, me.
Happy to report that the ankle was functioning within normal parameters. Here’s the weird thing – it’s not really my good ‘ole ankle anymore due to the screws and hardware which were inserted during the surgery, or at least the joint is quite a bit different than it used to be. Not better, not worse, just different. Weird.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned, each and every time I saw the T… this time one of their train sets was headed into the transit only tunnel which allows it to travel beneath Mount Washington.
This particular scuttle was instituted in response to a walk from a couple of weeks ago which caused no small amount of discomfort, which caused the thought ‘I can’t do this’ to intrude into my thoughts several times.
Nothing but nothing motivates your humble narrator more than hearing, even from himself, that he can’t do a thing. Back tomorrow.
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Island effect
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve mentioned this before, but one of the things that always amazes me about Pittsburgh’s T system are the absence of ‘economic islands’ centered around the stations and stops. There’s office buildings and government offices nearby – literally across the street from the POV pictured in this post. My frame of reference is ‘back home’ of course, where bus and subway stops almost always draw Bodegas, Pizza joints, and shops to them which capitalize on the foot traffic. The transit stop itself is a de facto socio economic magnet, and retail usually sets itself up nearby to handle the transient’s needs and sell overpriced fruit.
Subway stops usually bring bars and restaurants to their environs, in my observation, which is a ‘level up’ in terms of the economic island effect of transit in NYC. Foot traffic, all that. You see this phenomena in Philly, Boston, Chicago – wherever mass transit exists.
Pittsburgh doesn’t seem to get the same bang out of its transit buck, regarding this corollary that other cities do. I wonder why.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s an inviting street scape, no? There’s also a lot of criminal justice world (jail, courts, etc.) stuff down here, maybe that’s why this zone is so desolate. For reference, this is basically downtown Pittsburgh, right about here. That scene above isn’t caused by people working from home. That’s landlord propaganda. As a rule, do not trust what realtors say about anything. That includes former real estate people, like the fellow in the White House.
The economic islands observation came out of an argument I once started with the MTA, when they first started talking about the Queens Bus Redesign Plan and I was on the community board in Astoria. I was trying to argue that the redesign would have broad economic consequence beyond them managing to shave a minute or two off the route of the Q103. The MTA guys got snarky, I received a talking to by the higher ups, and then COVID happened and the next time anyone saw that plan again was long after I had beat the retreat to Appalachia. Luckily, it’s someone else’s problem now.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was shot on a Saturday, I should mention, but the day of the week doesn’t have anything to do with street level retail. This corridor is so noticeably blighted that it doesn’t make sense to me.
At any rate, this was a ‘walk’ day, not a ‘stand around and wonder’ one, so I leaned forward into the scuttle. Back tomorrow with more.
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Short walk, long pier, please
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As you may recall, last week’s postings involved your humble narrator beginning one of his ‘photowalks’ in the community of Beechview, whereupon a T light Rail car was boarded. Said T light rail service deposited me at the First Avenue Station, here in Pittsburgh’s Downtown section. This is where the Panhandle Bridge (pictured above), which carries the T’s tracks across the Monongahela River, connects to the central triangle of downtown.
There was a terrific amount of maintenance work underway on this particular day, as we riders were made to understand, and were my intentions to continue along the route then a transfer to a shuttle bus would be required. This wasn’t my plan, however, as I needed to walk and thereby exercise the recovering ankle and the rest of my roadway interface.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
First Avenue Station is where the T switches away from operating an above ground service running along bridges and streets, and instead becomes a subway for about three stops in the downtown area. This section is also within the ‘free zone’ and no fare is required. Because of the work underway, the T’s were stacking up at First Avenue Station so I decided to hang around a few minutes and get some shots of all the coming and going.
The ankle is coming along, and on this walk it was rather less noisome than the last time I tried something similar. What’s bugging me right now is the atrophy experienced during the recovery interval, which seems to have really ‘done a job’ on my upper thighs and hips. Strength training is now on my bingo card for late winter and spring, I guess.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As intoned, I hung around First Avenue Station for a few minutes to record the scene, and then set out looking for an elevator. There’s fantastically long sets of stairs found here which lead down to the street, but frankly – I’m not ready to commit to that sort of effort yet. On my way, I found a public bathroom and after taking care of business set off on my way towards the elevators.
This walk, as a note, stuck pretty close to the T throughout its length. This was entirely by design, an ‘out’ in case my ankle started acting up and I needed to abort the mission and get back home quick.
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Viewing Beechview, then…
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After my long orthopedic hermitage, recently experienced, your humble narrator is experiencing a lot of emotion. A lot of this unwanted mental activity occurs in the form of impatience which draws on a surprisingly huge and newly arrived reservoir of rage.
Fairness is stuff for children, but there’s an inner child within me who just had to endure multiple months of hellacious pain and the existential horror of having to rely on others for my basic needs. A big part of this recent experience involved just having to just take it when somebody threw a curveball at me. That time is done, and I’ve got a new list.
Normal circumstance sees me bleeding out all of this extra emotional energy via exercise. The lack thereof over the last five months has seriously impacted me both psychologically and physically. My patience for other’s foibles and stupidity has never seen as low a bar as the one in place right now. That time is done, and slapping my feet against the ground is literally all that I want to do right now. Go, go, go.
Filthy black raincoat, Sabbath on the headphones, camera in hand, your humble narrator groaning and cussing. Scuttling along.
First stop for me on this particular walk involved the Pittsburgh community of Beechview, found right next door to HQ in Dormont.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The plan for the day involved catching a T light rail at the ‘Fallowfield’ stop. The T leaves behind running at street grade in the manner of a Trolley here, and the tracks continue onto a cantilevered series of bridges set against the steep hills. That means that you’ve got a series of interesting views here, all of them overlooking a very well lived in residential area. Beechview hosts the steepest street in North America, which is not too far from here. I’m planning on paying Canton Avenue a visit soon, but the ankle isn’t ready for that one yet.
Speaking of, the shattered joint was behaving itself. My gait is still considerably slower than previously, but the limp has alleviated and my foot was hitting down with full heel strikes that were followed by full rolling steps with kick off’s from the toes. This reality has started a series of psychological responses in me that have little to no basis in fact, but are part of how I motivate myself. As John Lydon opined ‘anger is an energy.’ Saying that, I’m also kind of nuts…
‘Nobody thought I’d recover from all this so quickly, even the docs, and there are many out there are sorry to see that I have regained my feet. Hell, they all wanted to see me fail and disappear. Everyone enjoys watching me suffer. My misfortune must have been a moment of celebration for the many who seek my destruction. I’m hated, like an animal – the disposed, despised, and dispossessed…
I will show them all! Soon, I will begin working on my own race of Atomic Supermen, with whom I shall conquer ze vorld!’
Other than that, the jungle is my home, yo.
(In reality, literally everybody around me has been super supportive and accommodating during this nightmare. Principal amongst the many is Our Lady of the Pentacle. Special mentions for my neighbor Charlotte, who picked me up from the hospital after surgery, my pal Brent who drove my car around with Our Lady a bit in order to keep the hybrid battery charged during my wheelchair interval, and my Pal Val who sent me a box of black and white cookies and a deck of cards shortly after the injury to cheer me up. Have to also throw one out o my pal Vinny for sending me an issue of Weird New Jersey to read when I was deepest in the trench. Also, to all of my friends who have had to endure talking to me on the phone – thanks.)
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described above, in what’s working out to be a Friday manifesto, the T transitions at this station from running at street level with asphalt embedded tracks, to a series of rail bridges that span the valleys below. My plan, incidentally, didn’t involve catching a ride at this particular station, I was just there for the views.
The bridge which the T rides on also offers a long pedestrian walkway between this and the next stop, a path which I wanted to check out.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Pittsburgh bound T arrived, and turned onto the bridge. I hung around a minute, getting a few shots of its passage. Then I leaned into the scuttle and started down that pedestrian bridge leading to the next stop. The ankle was performing as well as could be expected, as far as a reconditioned OEM part goes.
Seriously though, whereas I was extremely aware of the joint and its various new quirks, the walking was pretty easy and I wasn’t experiencing much in the way of pain.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the pedestrian bridge mentioned above. I wasn’t planning on getting ‘busy’ up here but next time I come through it’s going to be my smaller prime lenses, which can shoot through fence holes, will be installed on the camera instead of the big zoom lens.
Amazing that after two and change years, I’m still scouting locations. Feature rich environment, Pittsburgh is. When it warms up in a month or two, looking forward to coming back to some of these spots at opportune times of day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My chariot arrived at the second T station which the pedestrian bridge had carried me to. This was a low platform station, so the first step onboard involves pulling yourself up into the thing.
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Ups and downs in Greenfield
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Circumstance found your humble narrator transiting through Pittsburgh’s 15th ward, where the community of Greenfield can be found. Quirky and idiosyncratic in terms of the layout of its streets, Greenfield is set against a steep hill overlooking an area called ‘The Run’ by ordinary people, but I’m told the real estate crowd uses ‘Lower Greenfield’ instead. Valuation is the only thing that matters, yo.
The views on hand from Greenfield are worth the price of admission, I’d offer, and I’m already planning on coming back here for a sunset when time and opportunity allow. Neat.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was piloting the Mobile Oppression Platform, a Toyota, down the hill towards the flatter sections of the City where the high speed roads heading downtown are found. Couldn’t help but pull over a couple of times to capture the scene. Fascinating spot – and from what I’ve been told – Greenfield is a pretty decent place to live. According to recent statistics, the average closing price for one of these pictured Greenfield houses, in 2024, was $212.4 K.
When you get to the depths of the hill, things get a little complicated. There’s a narrow switchback at the bottom, a couple of them in fact, which I could easily see a van or truck getting snarled into and trapped.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just before turning out of Greenfield and into neighboring Hazelwood, one last quick stop for a photo. This one looks over the Monongahela River. The black bridge closest to you is the ‘Hot Metal Bridge,’ with the arch of the ‘Birmingham Bridge’ right behind it.
I seem to have conquered the microorganisms which invaded the physical plant over the weekend. Feeling a LOT better today, but am still rather fatigued from all the coughing and fever. Cannot win, me.
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