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Penn Station, and the T
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Due to ongoing construction in various spots across the line, Pittsburgh’s ‘T’ Light Rail is once again going to its otherwise unused Penn Station stop. This station is kind of a gem, but there we are.
I’ve brought you here before, in the post ‘Hullabaloo, too.’ In reflection, the light was a lot better in May than it was on the day when these shots were gathered. I’ve read that there’s some beef between the Feds, whose white building found alongside the tracks is pictured above, and the transit people regarding use of this station and right of way. Homeland security, security risks, blah blah blah.
I don’t know enough about the situation to have an opinion, truth be told.
After riding into town on one of these T train sets, your humble narrator decided to stick around a few minutes and get a few shots of the milieu.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
They were coming and going, I tell’s ya. A bus shuttle would bridge over the construction work underground, whereupon another T journey to the end of the line could start. Me? I decided to debark the thing and then start walking towards the Monongahela River and cross the waterbody on the Smithfield Street Bridge.
The ankle was giving me problems. The latest wrinkle involves it ‘clicking’ into a posture which is uncomfortable or just somewhat painful, resulting in limping or foot dragging going on. I’ve got instructions from the Doc for this sort of thing, which involves ‘sitting down.’ I’d be able to safely do that about a mile away, and just had to deal with the discomfort while getting there. This section is part of the zone occupied by a crowd of junkies, so any public seating that could be utilized for a sit down has been removed. The Docs have trained me to walk a certain way during these intervals, which involving comically and consciously shooting my left knee upwards during strides. Sigh… my life…
It looks like I’m practicing to be in a marching band, but it works and resets the ankle back to its proper position. A big part of my injury was that I didn’t just break my ankle in three places, I also dislocated my left foot off of the leg assembly. It was just hanging there, all loose.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’d spent a good amount of time under the panopticon of cameras mounted to the Federal Building (there’s a couple of other Fed office building properties nearby, State, FBI, Homeland Security, and Immigration are all in this neighborhood) but there’s likely other agencies based here. There’s also a giant post office nearby, I’m told. I began painfully scuttling towards a known ‘sit down’ spot.
Downtown, yo.
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Nonchalance
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The shot above was gathered in downtown Pittsburgh, where modern urbanist notions of ‘building set backs,’ and corporations not blotting out the sun with skyscrapers which aren’t designed to allow sunlight to filter down to the narrow urban style streets, do not apply.
It’s always kind of dark in this section of the city, and apparently the landlords don’t think they’re making enough cash off their tenants, so they’re blaming homeless people, Covid, and ‘work from home.’ It’s not that they might be charging too much for the space, or that their corporate lessees want to base themselves in cheaper suburban horizontal style building campuses these days, which are closer to the highway and airport and in municipalities which offer tax incentives for basing there instead of here. It’s definitely not that at all, clearly it’s the fault of the roughly 1,000 homeless people in Pittsburgh that the big landlords earning estimates are off.
Also, as a note, I’ve been attempting to not mention anything related to the White House here, but yeah – you’ve got a real estate developer and landlord in charge right now. Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. I’m going to try and stay out of all of that here. As usual – I’ve got a lot of opinions on the matter, but I’m really trying to avoid even mentioning his name, as it gives him power in the manner of the Harry Potter villain ‘Voldemort.’
Saying all that, if you need a break from the headlines, come here, I’ll show you something different five days a week and will avoid naming ‘he who must not be named.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
For instance: Recent occasion found me at the overlook platform provided by the Duquesne Incline, or as I refer to the facility – the ‘red one.’ Downtown Pittsburgh is in frame, a notable contrast from the first photo with its claustrophobic perspectives. I find that as I age, confined spaces are becoming anathema to me. During the early days just after my ankle surgery, I awoke in the middle of the night twisted up in the blanket, and positively freaked out in a panic as I felt trapped. It’s odd, the way the brain works, as I’ve always been somewhat neurotic, but have always been dangerously lacking in phobic behavior and fear.
As a middle aged/on the brink of ‘old’ guy, I’ve developed a series of things which make me uncomfortable which never used to bother me, except on a level of simple self preservation. I’ve started to not like heights terribly much, and as mentioned above – confined spaces.
The latter is something that’s always been there, since the 1980’s in Brooklyn when I was still a kid, and a race riot broke out on a city bus that I was riding. Full grown men were going at each other with abandon (the ‘Cugenes’ were pissed that a black kid from Crown Heights, part of a group of kids who were bussed from their neighborhood to the Cugene zone to go to school, had talked to one of the Italian kids’ sisters, or something – I don’t know, it was a riot and everybody was shouting) and there I was, still a kid and not even five feet tall yet, swept up in a battle between grown men as a non combatant. Brrr.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While I was up on the overlook adjoining the incline, on the first fully sunny day we’d seen in about two weeks, a Towboat negotiated its line of mineral barges up the Monongahela River and in the direction of the confluence point of the three rivers, here in Pittsburgh. It was likely going to continue onto the Ohio River, formed by the admixture of the Allegheny and Monongahela.
I’ve caught a little crap here in Pittsburgh for my insistence on using the term ‘mineral barges.’ “Cant yinz see dat its coal, yinz freakin liberal” is the sort of many derogatory comments I’ve received after posting photos on various social media groups. Sigh…
My answer remains the same as it always has, and it’s the same answer I’d give back in NYC on harbor and Newtown Creek tours: if I can’t say – for certain – what something is, I jump a category heading or two up the list. Yeah, that looks like coal. It could also be coke. It could also be piles of coffee grounds for all I know. Until I know – for sure – what something in a photo is, I’m guessing or assuming. I can say ‘minerals barges’ with certainty, but I’m guessing or assuming as far as what their contents are.
Remember Felix Unger’s, of the TV Odd Couple, breakdown for the word ‘assume?’ When you ‘assume,’ you make an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me.’
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So, how cold has it been in Pittsburgh?
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The rivers have frozen over, that’s how cold it’s been. According to the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, the ice on the Allegheny River is about two to three inches thick here in Pittsburgh, but up river on the Allegheny River it’s as much as two to three feet thick. They’re worried about ice jams roaring down the river during the spring thaw, according to news reports. Exciting, no?
Your humble narrator drove over to the Mr. Rogers memorial, nearby the sportsball stadium where the Steelers live, recently to record the scene. These shots were gathered in that location.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Single digit temperatures have been the standard for at least a couple to three weeks now. It has snowed more or less every other day since the new year, and everything is covered in a rock hard sheath of ice with fresh snow powder on top. Very slippery.
I know what you’re thinking – hey, that must be a lot of fun – negotiating your way through that sort of wintry situation with the recently busted ankle, huh? Confirmed, it is – indeed – fun.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When shooting these, I was wearing a thermal layer against my skin, and on top of that I had on a T-shirt, and a flannel shirt, and a sweatshirt, and my winter coat – and I was still cold.
No pants.
Just kidding, I was wearing pants. Who goes to see Mr. Rogers sans culottes? Have some respect.
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Focal lengths
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve said it a thousand times – you can’t see anything from a vehicle, especially when you’re the driver. It has to be walking, for me, if you want to notice something interesting about a city. The shots in today’s post were gathered from an automobile’s POV, I’d mention, and your humble narrator is frustrated at his need for transportation and wishes that this whole broken ankle business would just end already. I’m done.
Yesterday, one had a few errands to run, which took me about an hour and a half to accomplish. The rest of the day was mine, and the weather had unexpectedly abandoned its ultra cold and snowy character to reveal blue sky and sunlight. I had the camera bag sitting in the passenger seat and the camera securely perched next to the thing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Would have been a great day for a winter walk, if it wasn’t for all of the hard packed ice clinging to the pavement everywhere. Medical opinion is that I’m coming out of this experience with a bit of PTSD related to the injury, so that ice situation filled me with anxiety and dread. My scuttling is careful and hesitant at the moment, with an uneven gait. Balance issues also seem to be a new entry onto my dance card. Wonderful, say I. Nothing like ‘dangling participles’ which you have to deal with long after a traumatic event occurred to remind you about it – constantly, and especially so around descending flights of steps.
Since I had the car with me, for which I had to worry about parking and such, my position kept on changing and I ranged across the city on a day when nothing particularly interesting was happening. Not five minutes after I left this spot – of course – a CSX freight train ran through, which I missed getting a shot of. If I was on foot… if only… bah!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was a pretty frustrating afternoon, actually. One was trying to ‘force it,’ which never works out well. Pittsburgh wasn’t cooperating with my aspirations. The light wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. Salt powder is on the wind, lifting up off of all the roadways whenever a car or truck drove by, lending everything a bit of an orange cast as light filters through it.
Saying all that, I’m practically doing this blog live right now, and the pixels are ‘still wet’ on these shots. One two hour walk would provide for serendipity, but that’s way outside of my capability at the moment.
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Vir Bonus
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The shot above was captured on an entirely different day than the two following it, but it makes for a nice ‘establishing shot’ of where this particular walk started out for me. On the evening that this photo was actually captured, I was attending a work event at the Carnegie Science Center that was produced by the Adobe software outfit.
There was a mixer with food and drink, and a presentation about the company’s latest offerings. The mixer part of the night was fun, and I got to meet a few local artists and photographers. We were allowed out onto an elevated terrace at the Carnegie Science Center, one which overlooks the center of things here in Pittsburgh.
Later in the week, when the other shots were gathered – it was a short walk sort of day. After a ride into town on the T light rail, your humble narrator could be observed scuttling down the very road pictured above.
There wasn’t really a game plan for this walk, other than to just keep moving and kick my feet around.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Whenever I’m in this area, a visit to the Mr. Rogers memorial occurs.
It’s always a good thing to be reminded that trying to be a good person doesn’t mean that you always are one, but that the most important thing is to try. Everyone is special, in their own way, Mr. Rogers opined. Also, he liked people just the way they are. Try some of that today, I’d suggest. Be kind.
Gosh, the world was a better place with Mr. Rogers in it. It’s no mistake that I wanted to live in his neighborhood (which was actually Pittsburgh’s Squirrel Hill section where I could not afford to live, I’d mention, but there you are) in this part of my life.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This walk was but a part of my plans for the rest of the day. After the effort, Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself would be meeting up with friends back home and attending what turned out to be an incredibly lame ‘Ghost Tour’ of the Dormont suburb that HQ is located in. What the narrative turned out to be was essentially the top five Google hits for ‘unsolved capital crimes in Dormont.’ Disappointing.
Reflecting on Mr. Rogers’ message of positivity, however, the host did her best and brought a group of thirty or so strangers together on a Friday night for fun. Bless.
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