Posts Tagged ‘Butler Street’
A long… wait a minute, say what?
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
So… as you might recall from last week, your humble narrator was involved in a long scuttle along the Allegheny River side of Pittsburgh’s central peninsula, one filled with lots of self-recrimination. Fun walk, lots to see and ponder. Everybody hates me. All caught up.
One had wandered into the Lawrenceville section, and encountered a passing freight train at street grade, and then…
I saw this street sign.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Now – for some ‘behind the curtains’ POV – I’ve started inserting shots of street signs into the flow of photos at my Flickr account, to act as visual bookmarks and to remind me of where I was when one photo or another was captured. At the end of the week, when you’re looking at a thousand raw captures, this practice aids in the organizing of things, from a cogently geographical and narrative sense.
Yes, that is a real Pittsburgh street sign, signifying the intersection of Willow Street with 43 1/2 street.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I stood there staring at this sign for a couple of minutes, in disbelief. Was it a fake? Something some real estate yahoo screwed onto a pole?
Nope.
From Google’s AI:
Origins and Naming Original Name: The lane was originally called Snowden Alley.
Landowner: It was named after H. Snowden, who owned property on both sides of the alley north of Butler Street around 1852.
Fractional Renaming: The city changed the name to 43rd ½ Street via a city ordinance in 1871. An 1881 ordinance accidentally listed it back as Snowden Alley, before it was officially updated again to “Forty-third and One-Half Street” in 1896.
Local Lore: Early Pittsburgh historian and columnist George T. Fleming joked in a 1915 Pittsburgh Gazette Times column that the quirky fractional name meant the street “surely has a name and a half”.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I have no information, regarding the artist or intention of that mural painted on the residential building pictured above, but I dig it.
As you can see in the shot’s background, this is right about where a bunch of the ‘new’ construction, found on the border between Pittsburgh’s ‘Lawrenceville’ and ‘Strip District,’ collides with older real estate schemes.
Were I as loquacious as I was back in Queens, I’d christen this as ‘an angle between’ those two neighborhoods. I’m not.
Neat.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
By this point, my walk through the ‘Butler Street Corridor’ had transmogrified into ‘the Willow Street Corridor is more interesting right about now,’ so I followed it under the 40th street Bridge where the roadway becomes a narrow pass for pedestrians and bike riders only.
The predominance of my scuttle having been accomplished, the route now became an expedient one, designed to angle my toes towards a T light rail station that was still at least a couple/three miles away in the ‘Downtown’ section.
Yep, could have always hopped on a bus, but that’s not the actual point of these endeavors. Got to keep moving or I’ll stop moving.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At 33rd street, where a gargantuan railroad bridge is found right along the waterfront of the Allegheny River, that’s where I walked past next.
There’s all sorts of signage from the railroad people warning off trespass, camping, and other morbid occupations, but I continue to operate in compliance with the rules of 1980’s Brooklyn.
‘Things are only illegal if there are Cops around,’ or if you break into or graffiti onto something, and as there weren’t any Cops hanging around and I had no intention of painting my name here, there we are. I did find a private spot in the bushes for a piss.
There’s rail tracks on the ground, I’d mention, but they are clearly not active and are quite overgrown. I’ve seen videos of camera wielders getting hassled around here by the RR Cops, but have a feeling that those particular videographers made themselves ostentatious to the gendarmerie.
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A Long Walk part… Hey Now!
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Butler Street in Pittsburgh, which your humble narrator recently scuttled down. This post is the third part of a longer travelogue. Scroll back a couple of posts for the beginning, or you can just jump in here. All are welcome at Newtown Pentacle, as nothing matters and nobody cares – after all.
I should mention that the Newtown Pentacle time warp continues to swirl. I’ve intentionally cut the lead time down a bit, by largely goofing off in September, but these images were captured on the 14th of September, and the posts they are embedded in should be arriving in your inboxes during the first week of November if I’ve got my scheduling correct.
This section of Butler Street enters into a neighborhood called ‘Lawrenceville,’ which is where the gentrification furnaces burn most brightly in Pittsburgh. An infusion of ‘tech’ investments in the area has brought a new population to Lawrenceville in the 21st century – a group referred to locally as ‘the tech Bro’s.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Me? I’m of course focused on what used to be here, since the past is usually far more interesting and less worthy of an argument than the present is. On the register of ‘historic places’ is the former Hunter Saw & Machine Company’s 4 building complex. Caught my eye.
Now, I’m told by the locals that Lawrenceville used to be considered a dangerous and quite ‘crimey’ area, and was one of Pittsburgh’s ‘hoods.’
The gentrification hammers began to fall here sometime around the start of the 21st century, sort of analogous to the same real estate driven process that played out in North Brooklyn and Long Island City back in New York during that same interval.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve learned to identify where gentrification zones begin in the various Pittsburgh neighborhoods – and it’s right where you see a royal blue painted house with odd exterior modifications sticking out, right in the middle of a block of row houses. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be offering more real world proof of this observably ‘gentrification blue’ theory of mine.
It was right about here that I decided to abandon Butler Street for a spell, as I had walked the following section during an ‘Open Streets’ event just a few weeks prior. I headed vaguely northwards, towards the river.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A quick bit of gazing into Google Maps and at my compass ensued, just to confirm that I was heading towards where I thought I was going. Given my recent proclivity for walking in the opposite direction of where I intended to go, it’s best to double check. Had to make this a habit.
Yup, I was fixing to head off in the wrong direction, again.
After ascertaining the correct path, once more did I begin sloshing forward, like some sort of antagonistic jelly carrying a camera.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a section of Lawrenceville which is still quite industrial, and… there happens to be an active set of rail tracks back there… so…
Big skies. You also get ‘big sky’ in industrial zones.
Honestly, wasn’t expecting to see a train back here, but…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey Now!
Here comes Allegheny Valley RR #4001!
More on all that tomorrow.
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A Long Walk, part 2
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your narrator continued his shambling scuttle, humbly, along Pittsburgh’s Butler Street in a generally north-westwards direction that followed the serpentine southern shorelines of the Allegheny River.
Observationally, the Allegheny or ‘North Side’ of the peninsular landform which Pittsburgh occupies seems to be a lot more ‘post-industrial,’ and long term residential, than the southern side along the Monongahela River is. Just an observation from a newcomer, there.
Have I mentioned how much I’m enjoying not knowing everything about everything out here? Back home in NYC – and particularly so in North Brooklyn or Western Queens – if you picked up a random stone off the street, I could have probably told you a story about it.
Ice ages and boloids, mammoths and osage oranges… that’s me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The cool thing about this route was that for much of it, I was scuttling along a protected bike and pedestrian space. There were a few street crossings in front of me which would be causes of concern and caution, but there are signal lights and crosswalks so it wasn’t anything crazy.
A former steel mill property on the flood plain has been redeveloped, and there were multiple corrugated steel buildings housing all sorts of light industrial outfits down below. An auto parts warehouse stood out, but amongst the many organizations found at this site is a cool non-profit outfit called Tree Pittsburgh.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s what’s known as an ‘albino roof’ in environmentalist circles.
Passive cooling system, using a light colored paint on the roof which rejects a whole lot of solar radiation during the warm months. Kind of surprised it’s not all covered in solar panels, to be honest, as the redevelopment here was done under the auspices of the Governmental ‘URA’ or Urban Redevelopment Authority.
The ankle was holding up just fine, thanks for asking.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
They are really, really big on renaming pre-existing bridges after their politicians in Pittsburgh, which is how the 62nd street bridge ended up being called the ‘Senator Robert D. Fleming’ bridge.
This is a modern trend, and NYC has suffered the same sort of thing with the ‘Ed Koch Queensboro,’ the ‘Robert F. Kennedy Triborough,’ and others.
Oh, the urbanity….
My answer to this urge amongst the electeds to rename bridges for their friends had always been: ‘hey, why dontcha rename the Brooklyn Bridge for Bloomberg? The kids can call it the ‘3B’ then.’
The fancy people were not amused, as Bloomberg wasn’t a member of ‘the club’ which gets preexisting bridges named after them.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One had scuttled out onto the 62nd street Bridge for this shot, and it looks back on where I had been walking in the first shot (above).
The weather was on my side for once, as it was lovely out. The temperature was struggling to get up to 70, there was a breeze, and zero chance of precipitants. For once, I didn’t need to urgently piss.
I was walking to the rythym of the song ‘Sweet Caroline.’ Step, step, drag left foot and bum ankle… pause, step, step, drag left foot and bum ankle, step… step, pause, step, drag left foot and bum ankle… and so on.
Just kidding there, I was walking in tune with the rhythms of the Gorilla Biscuits’ seminal ‘Start Today’ album.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An enormous fuel transfer facility was encountered, branded with the logos of the Sunoco corporation. I wanted to stand at the fence and photograph this operation in some detail, but my ‘spidey sense’ was alerting and intuiting that I’d certainly get to meet the Cops were I to start doing that.
It was gigantic, this facility, and when you got a bit closer to these tanks – tanker equipped semi-truck toys seemed to be arranged around their bases. These were, of course, not toys, but full sized fuel trucks.
I definitely would have gotten to meet the cops.
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A Long Walk, part 1
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It has been a long twenty five or so months since… at the end of September in 2024… an accident at home saw your humble narrator shattering his left ankle while walking down a flight of steps.
An ambulance ride, and then surgery, came next. An agonizing three months in a wheelchair, followed by six months of extreme pain and physical therapy, and then the doctors ‘released me back into the wild.’
Atrophied, weakened, less than – one nevertheless began setting out on his constitutional walks again. At first, I scuttled at a snail’s pace, with palsied aspect, struggling to get through a mile or two. Forced to swing my hips about in order to stride, one displayed a walking posture reminiscent of the Batman villain Penguin, and resolve to regain my legs emerged.
A year of constant ‘push’ has followed, wherein I regularly hit the streets for a series of ever longer and more strenuous walks around the City of Pittsburgh, and its environs. One mile, three miles, five miles, seven miles.
Rinse, repeat.
The scuttle described today, and in several subsequent posts, is the one where I finally broke through an elusive ‘ten mile’ barrier, and did it without injuring or otherwise crippling myself.
Pictured above is the 1932 vintage Lock and Dam #2, Allegheny River, nearby the Highland Park Bridge. The lock and dam are operated by the United States Army Corps of Engineers.
Here is where the lock and dam are found, on a Google map.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Across the water, on the northern shore of the river, is a fairly wealthy community (by Pittsburgh standard) called Aspinwall. There’s an enormous Veteran’s Administration hospital and long term care facility up in the hills there, as a note.
The primary ‘corridor’ for the day, which I’d be odiously scuttling through, surrounds Pittsburgh’s Butler Street on the southern shore of the River.
This path would carry me into Lawrenceville, where I’d break off of Butler Street and wander about in search of ‘serendipity,’ actually encountered this time around. This corridor is found upon the north side of the central peninsula which Pittsburgh is centered upon, colloquially called the ‘Golden Triangle.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One had prepared well for the day, and was carrying many things I might need, including a water bottle. One packed the camera bag a bit light for this walk, loading an ‘all in one’ zoom lens onto the camera, and only basic essentials were with me. Since I’d be walking through and across several busy traffic intersections, I opted to wear a bright ‘flash orange’ ball cap, one which has replaced my old Newtown Creek Alliance ‘NCA’ hat as the daily ‘go-to.’
Apparently, those are active rail tracks down there, but nothing was doing when I was in this ‘zone.’
A rideshare had dropped me off at a nearby starting point. After straightening out my clothing, and all of the bag and camera straps, it was time to lean into it and I assiduously began kicking the dirt.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It should be mentioned that these traffic barriers seemed to suddenly appear along this route sometime last winter (or at least that’s when I noticed them), and this infrastructure elevated a formerly undesirable walking path into one that drew me all the way out here from the South Hills section of Pittsburgh for a walk.
For all of you transit geniuses and bike yahoos – back in Astoria and LIC – this is what a protected bike lane looks like. ‘This’ is what I was trying to hold out for in Queens Plaza, you jackasses. Why do you think I was always asking DOT about when they were installing concrete planters?
Sheesh. You think those little plastic sticks and green paint on the ground are going to stop a truck?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Butler Street is fairly well elevated over the flood plain of the river in this section, and there were a substantial number of structures down below.
Nearby the 62nd street ‘Senator Robert D. Fleming’ Bridge, Butler Street suddenly offers an overview of what turns out to to have been the campus of the ‘Union Steel Casting Co. (a division of the Blaw-Knox company),’ and more recently, ‘Tippins International Inc.’
Via Google’s AI Gemini:
The Union Steel Casting Company was a major heavy industrial manufacturer in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, known for producing locomotive frames, driving wheel centers, and alloy steel castings.
The company specialized in heavy steel castings, including proprietary vanadium steel and “Univan” tough steel alloys used extensively in the locomotive and railway industries.
Corporate Ownership: It later operated as a division of the Blaw-Knox Company, and the plant was subsequently used by Tippins International Inc.
Site Closure and Demolition: The former manufacturing plant closed in 1983. The site was acquired by the Urban Redevelopment Authority in 2007 and fully demolished by 2009.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There seems to be a waste transfer station that handles recyclable materials found down there these days, but you’ll see more of this ‘post industrial’ riverfront scene here in tomorrow’s post.
Come with?
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Open Streets Lawrenceville
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Back in late July, Out Lady and I attended the ‘BikePGH’ group’s ‘Open Streets Lawrenceville’ event.
As is usual with such promotions, a multi mile stretch of city streets were blocked off to vehicular traffic, and a festival atmosphere promulgated.
This one played out on ‘Butler Street,’ which is kind of the ‘main drag’ for this area, and these ‘Open Streets’ continued on and into the Strip District, where Smallman Street was similarly closed to non human powered vehicles.
As is usually the case, the people who yell the loudest about motor vehicles on the road ‘harshing their buzz’ are the same ones who ride their bikes about with impunity, and we pedestrians were still largely consigned to sidewalks or the empty parking lanes along the curbs.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Old man yelling at passing cloud, that’s me.
We had a nice time. Our Lady hadn’t explored this section yet, and she was excited about a few things along the route, which she plans on returning to in the future when I’m not there to glower. We had a nice lunch at a restaurant along the route, dubbed ‘Industrial Publick House,’ which I’d guess as wanting to be described as being a ‘gastropub.’
I don’t even know if that’s still a thing, gastropub, but there we are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was hot, which isn’t surprising given that it was late July. If you’re able to recall the summer despite everything, you may remember that the eastern half of the nation was in the grip of high heat and humidity, which was followed by vast thunderstorm systems transiting through, which ended up barreling across the continent. This was ‘then.’
I’m used to the ‘shvitz,’ given my habit of scuttling through and over and around things in all sorts of climate, but Our Lady was definitely not happy about the weather. One thing about walking down the middle of a street is that there is no tree cover, and the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself is staring right down at the top of your noggin.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Our goal was to use the Light Rail to get back to HQ and Moe the Dog, but we had a couple/three miles to walk – in the sun – and just after having finished a meal. Grin and bear it, mustn’t grumble… Our Lady is British, and absolutely brimming with cheerful aphorisms for tough times.
She doesn’t sing rhyming songs in bars, I’d mention.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
31st street, and I was still married.
Our Lady was reconsidering everything by this point, so I decided not to throw in an ‘it’s all downhill from here’ crack. Luckily, we had both brought water bottles with us.
On and on.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
16th street, and still married.
Eventually, we arrived at a T Light Station about 3/4 of a mile away from this bridge. Air conditioning on the T, and a quick return ride to Dormont saw my relationship status continue to improve.
By the time we got back to Moe, I was ‘in like Flynn’ again, and her hatred of walking the hot summer streets in baking sun had abided.
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