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2025’s Penultimate Posting
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing with shots from a longish walk around Pittsburgh, captured on a winter’s day….All the leaves were brown, and the sky was gray…. That song was right.
Pictured above is the 16th street Bridge, over the Allegheny River.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail I was walking upon led to the 31st street bridge, where I’d be turning south and reattaining access to the peninsular landform which Pittsburgh refers to as ‘the Golden Triangle.’
So far, my attempt at speeding up my gait had been successful, but the amount of force I was focusing into the pursuit had angered the noisome joint in my left leg. It was singing, the ankle, in a manner reminiscent of Elmer Fudd singing Wagnerian Opera with ‘Kill the Wabbit.’
Pain is just another thing you feel, like love or hate, so just get past it like you do those other things.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Many people have told me, after having met me in real life, that it can be overwhelming. It’s like trying to interact with ocean waves, or a fire.
I tend to ‘come atcha,’ in numbing sense impacts of verbosity. Try getting a word in edgewise, I dare’s ya! When this behavior is pointed out to me as a chide, my response is always ‘yeah… I know… I’m stuck dealing with this asshole in my head all the freaking time, you have no idea what it’s like.’ At least the rest of you don’t have to deal with the bullshit 24/7, rather it’s in delimited doses and gets published five days a week at 11 a.m. right here.
I’m all ‘effed up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I usually have three or four versions of myself ready for deployment, as situations may require. One or two of them speak in a slightly slower, louder, and more basso voice, so if you think I’m being reasonable – you’ve probably met those versions of me.
The manic asshole version? Yup, he’s useful too, but in certain circumstance, and that’s usually the part of my brain that gets me both in and out of trouble.
There’s also that part of me that gives people exactly three chances and no more, who doesn’t make threats but does offer promises, and acts like an egomaniacal jerk. I don’t like that side of me at all terribly much, but it’s useful to be able to abandon polity when you need to so there you are.
I’m like the Kiwi, a fuzzy little fruit with a lot of personalities.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This shot looks southerly, towards Polish Hill. Behind me is Rialto Street.
The neighborhood that the bridge drops you into on the southerly side is a bit of what I used to call ‘an angle between neighborhoods.’ It’s not ‘Lower Lawrenceville’, nor is it ‘the Strip.’ There’s a big blob of municipal properties in this zone, including an enormous structure wherein Pittsburgh stores cars and trucks from its fleets while they’re awaiting servicing.
Apparently, there’s a huge backlog and budget criss regarding the scheduling for this maintenance, which has created an expensive crisis for the bureaucrats who caused it to solve, by spending more tax money.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was about the four mile/turnaround point for the walk. The plan from here would be to scuttle along the edges of man’s world through the Strip District and then shlep over to the one of the T light rail stations downtown.
Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit…
More tomorrow.
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Ten mile scuttle, three
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned yesterday, one of my goals for the long walk I was undertaking was scouting for POV locations to exploit once the weather turns kinder in the spring. The setup above is going to make for a lovely shot when a few things align – sunrise, the lights still on in those buildings in the horizon, a train on those tracks, and me standing there with the camera mounted up on a tripod.
An interesting bit of Pittsburgh Trivia which literally everybody I talk to tells me about revolves around this spot. Nearby is found a particularly steep road called Rialto Street, leading up to a section called Troy Hill. Behind me is a landform called Herr’s Island, which used to host the city’s stockyards and abattoirs. It seems that ‘back in the day’ they used to just roll pigs down Rialto Street, on their way to the slaughterhouse on the island.
Seriously, how cruel is that story? Reminds me of the pig wheel at Armour in Chicago. I mean, kill the damn thing and eat it, but don’t terrify it first.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One proceeded to cross the Allegheny River, from the North Side to the peninsular center section of Pittsburgh, via the 31st street bridge.
Technically speaking there is a way to walk over that hill you see in the background of the shot above, using municipal or ‘City Steps,’ but I prefer to just walk around the landform. There’s getting some exercise, and then there’s a forced march.
I opted for circumnavigating the hill, sticking to the relatively level ground instead. That’s where all the interesting stuff which I like to point a camera at is found, anyway. Up top, it’s mainly houses.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This particular bridge, called ‘31st street Bridge,’ is fairly high in elevation. It has to conquer a severe change in altitude from one bank of the river to the other. The peninsula side is flat and relatively close to the waterline, whereas the other side connects to that steep hill which they used to terrify the doomed pigs upon.
The left side of the shot visually signals my next steps into the ‘Strip District,’ and the navigational point of destination was the U.S. Steel building, which is the tallest building protruding from the downtown skyline on the left side.
More tomorrow.
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