Posts Tagged ‘Fort Pitt Bridge’
The Coke Express
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The track signals told me something was heading my way, along the Pittsburgh Subdivision tracks of CSX, so a position under the Fort Pitt Bridge was taken up, and I figured out my exposure settings in advance of the subject barging through the scene..
HEY NOW, that’s CSX #3297 passing by.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Normally, it’s fairly impossible to guess where one of these trains is coming from, but given the direction it’s coming from and what it was hauling – it was either PA’s Clairton or Irvine.
That’s where you’ll find two of the three huge US Steel plants which remain in the Pittsburgh area. One is designed to manufacture coke from coal, the other to harvest the gas from the process. If I had to bet, this train is coming from the first one in Clairton.
This ended up being a great day for trains. Go, Monday!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The CSX train was heading westwards, towards… Ohio.
Funny to me is how the Pittsburgh people react when you mention Ohio, offering the same sort of reaction that a Brooklynite displays at the mention of …Staten Island… or ‘Joisey.”
That’s the West End Bridge in the distance, which I had walked over and described in posts last week. Scroll down if interested.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My audiobook listening had continued after completing “The Lurking Fear,” and I was now knee deep into “The Thing on the Doorstep,” both audiobooks based on stories by H.P. Lovecraft and read by Wayne June.
Y’know, I wonder if there’s any interest in a list of all of my fave audio books? Let me know in the comments, and if so, I’ll build a list with links to where you can find them.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An almost imperceptible glimmer of black vapor was trailing out of the coke express cars. It was moving too fast for the smell of coal to permeate out, but there was still a vague petrochemical ‘taste’ in the air.
There you are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Towboat Vulcan was spotted, heading back the other way from the direction it was traveling in when shown in an earlier post. They were also ‘sans barge’ so it must have been delivered to a nearby customer. My guess would be one of the two concrete plants on the western side of the Birmingham Bridge.
Back tomorrow, with even more trains. I know…
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Six mile scuttle continues on, and on
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As one may recall from last week’s mishegoss, your humble narrator took a lovely walk in Pittsburgh on a summer day and saw lots of cool things. Many photographs were collected along the way, and now you’re all caught up.
The Duquesne Incline is pictured above, descending from the heights of Mount Washington to its lower station. I refer to this incline as ‘the red one,’ as there’s also a ‘yellow one.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Whilst picking my way along the shoreline, the sound of rock being cut or drilled into began to echo. A cloud of white smokey dust began to billow from beneath the incline’s tracks, and then the incline was being run right through it. Neat!
There weren’t any fire people or cops running around, so I figured that there was no reason to panic. Atmospheric!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I felt obligated to crack out a few shots of this scene, with the one above being my favorite. Glad that I had outfitted the camera with the ‘all in one’ Zoom lens that has a range of 24-240mm. Long reach, that.
This was roughly the half way point on this scuttle, which started on Pittsburgh’s North Side at the terminal stop of the T light rail.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Towboat Vulcan appeared, towing a very low in the water barge.
In the background is the Allegheny River, and the Fort Duquesne Bridge.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Fort Pitt Bridge would be where I next ‘took up station,’ but I mean beneath it not above. Troll, me. Under bridges, that’s where I can be found. Really, it’s also quite shady down there.
The signals over the rail tracks indicated that something was coming towards me, and there’s a spot I like under the bridge for rail photos, so I walked as fast as I could to it. Post broken ankle, I still can’t run, so I started heading towards that spot as fast as I could manage.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A tourist boat, The Gateway Clipper, gave me something to point the camera at while I was waiting for the next train to arrive. It navigated under the Fort Pitt Bridge and away.
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Mon Mon Mon
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s always another bridge to cross.
The one pictured in today’s post is the ‘big kahuna’ of Pittsburgh’s bridges, and dubbed the ‘Fort Pitt.’ Given the centrality of its role in how traffic moves through this region, it’s surprising how terrible the design of the traffic interchange on this span is. The bridge leads into the Fort Pitt tunnel, which feeds directly onto an interstate that leads to the South Hills region, and the Pittsburgh International AirPort. There’s also a set of local exit ramps which provide vehicle connections to local streets on the coast of the Monongahela River. The way traffic enters this interchange necessitates an ‘X’ shaped merging pattern, where multiple lines of traffic need to intersect and cross with each other in a relatively short distance. It’s practically a ‘fender bender’ machine, with an inelegant plan and truly lousy signage. Like most of Pittsburgh, you need to know where to position the vehicle before you get there for a successful merge.
‘Vernacular,’ as I refer to it. Pittsburgh is all about vernacular.
Wasn’t my problem, this time around, since your humble narrator was walking rather than driving for a change, but I did take a moment to observe the milieu. If this was back in Queens, I’d be doing something about it, but it’s not and I’m not.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Having crossed the Fort Pitt bridge, I was soon high over the shoreline of the Monongahela, which is defined by Mount Washington’s towering precipices. I hung around for a few minutes hoping for a train to hurtle past, but timing wasn’t on my side this particular afternoon.
As often stated – it wasn’t a ‘sit around on a set of stairs and wait day’ instead it was a long walk, so one leaned into it and got moving again.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Another absolutely awful thing about the Fort Pitt Bridge is the setup greeting pedestrians when they exit the thing.
The bike/pedestrian ramp comes back to ground and merges into a sidewalk about a half mile away near one of the inclines, but there’s a rather concerning set of rusty steel steps to navigate which negate having to go all that way, and said steps deliver you to a sidewalk along a secondary arterial roadway which leads to several bridges and a highway. There’s no barrier between you and the forty mph road, except for the standard three inch curb. Traffic hurtles past.
There’s about a quarter mile worth of this lovely experience, until you encounter a steel rail fence line, that’s easy to step over, which allows entrance to a parking lot adjoining the waterfront trail. From there, you’re safe as houses.
Scary.
Back tomorrow.
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Inlaetabilis vita
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After attending a Sportsball tournee at PNC Park, wherein the Pittsburgh Pirates contended with the Arizona Diamondbacks, the path back to where the car was parked luckily involved a quick ride on the Gateway Clipper, which was operating as a game day ferry (this is a regular line of business for this tourist boat outfit). It’s been a while since I did any low light/night time shooting, so a humble narrator was stoked.
I affixed the best ‘night lens’ I own to the camera, a stabilized f1.8 35mm, and got busy on the ride. Between the stabilization and the wide aperture, as well as my camera’s fairly spectacular high ISO capabilities, shutter speeds in the hundredths of a second were achieved.
Pictured above is the Fort Duquesne Bridge over the Allegheny River.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the fountain at Point State Park, which is the theoretical center of Pittsburgh, where the Allegheny and Monongahela River’s combine to form the headwaters of the Ohio River. Gateway to the west… all that.
It was a lovely evening, and Our Lady of the Pentacle seemed quite pleased with her circumstance, at least. We needed to get home to Moe the Dog, as thunderstorms were roiling about, and he’s not a huge fan of thunder and we like keeping our furniture intact.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The boat passed under the Fort Pitt Bridge, and just a few minutes later we were debarking from the boat and walking back to the Mobile Oppression Platform, which I piloted on the fifteen minute or so drive back to HQ.
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Pittsburgh Parade
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
More than once, I’ve described the POV above as being ‘magic’ except for the empty railroad tracks. This time around, I got lucky and a CSX train entered the frame, shortly after I had walked over the Fort Pitt Bridge which is the golden colored span in the shot. They take their city color branding pretty seriously out here in Pittsburgh, all the way to dressing the cops up in black and gold.
This was captured close to the end of a medium sized walk, but I sure wasn’t done yet as it was a positively gorgeous spring like day – weather wise. Everything is starting to bloom here in the Paris of Appalachia, as a note.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was so pleased with the situation that the need to go wide angle overwhelmed. There was still a mile or two in front of me before I could declare the day’s goal accomplished, but that’s always the case – ain’t it? Nothing’s easy.
The train moved on, and so did I. I had already decided to visit that brewery I like which is alongside the same CSX tracks pictured above, and grab a pint of Pilsner – strictly in the name of hydration, I assure you – before returning to the T light rail which would bring me back to HQ where Our Lady of the Pentacle and Moe the Dog awaited.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Moe, for those of you who have asked, has matured nicely and acquired a beginners kit of domestic manners. It’s been a long while since his puppy incarnation was wreaking havoc and biting me in the crotch, thankfully.
After debarking the bridge’s pedestrian pathway, one navigated to a primary arterial street called ‘West Carson Street’ whose somewhat terrifying sidewalks led me to a spot where I could hop a fence and access the Three Rivers Heritage Trail, which follows the Monongahela River’s southern shoreline.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Lucky day for me. A Tugboat appeared, which was guiding barges of (presumptively) coal up the ‘Mon’ river, and under the bridge I had just walked over, with downtown Pittsburgh serving up a back drop.
I’m continually surprised at how much maritime traffic you see on the rivers here. I was also surprised to see that this boat was configured as a harbor style pushboat tug, rather than as a river Towboat, with the latter typology far more commonly observed here than the former.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
With winter ending, and spring starting to spring up, I’m looking forward to hiking in natural settings again. This sort of thing isn’t terribly productive from a photography POV (look, it’s a tree), but natural surfaces and paths through wooded areas are still quite novel to this kid from Brooklyn’s Canarsie.
As a note: I always say ‘Canarsie’ because people are somewhat familiar with that ‘area.’ My actual Brooklyn neighborhood – believe it or not – was called ‘Futurama,’ which is literally right next door to Canarsie. It’s nestled between ‘Old Mill Basin,’ ‘Georgetown,’ ‘Flatlands,’ ‘Glenwood,’ and Canarsie – Futurama is. If you’re not from there, these places aren’t on your radar, at all. My high school was found at the front door of Canarsie (Ralph and Flatlands Avenues), and most of my high school friends were ‘Canartians.’ South east Brooklyn was an odd place to live in the 1980’s.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One followed the trail, to his glass of beer at that brewery alongside the CSX tracks which has often been mentioned here. I met up with a friend whom I haven’t seen in a few months, and wouldn’t you know it… Choo Choo…
More on that next week – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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