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Nebby, me
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
In Pittsburghese, ‘nebby’ means ‘nosey,’ as in ‘I’ve got a nosey neighbor.’ In ‘New Yorkese’ – yenta.
Your humble narrator is intrinsically nebby, as I’m always watching and photographing somebody or something while they are doing things. On a recent walk down the face of Mount Washington, using the PJ McArdle roadway route, a quick detour along the path found nebby me standing on the Liberty Bridge, clicking the camera’s shutter button as a series of ‘T’ light rail train sets moved back and forth over the Panhandle Bridge spanning the Monongahela River. ‘What?’ my mother would ask, ‘you think this is normal? Why are you like this? I didn’t raise you this way…’ Yeah, I admit it, it’s an odd way to spend your time.
Boy, that’s an exposition heavy statement above, ain’t it?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The next phase of my walk would involve negotiating a problematic series of pedestrian obstacles, including a decaying set of city steps which then feed into a dark and always muddy walkway. It was at the muddy walkway where the fellow I’ve been mentioning for a the last couple of days – whom I’m pretty sure was turning into a zombie – dwelt. I’m not kidding – his extremities were blackened, his eyes blood red, and his skin mottled. The smell…
At the end of what I now call ‘the zombie’s mud covered walkway’ (I’m talking six inches of wet slop, btw.) was where I’d encounter one of the top ten worst pedestrian experiences I’ve ever found – this is Athens level BS. Seriously, click here and then put Google maps into street view mode to see what I’m talking about. For at least the next six months or so, there’s also T light rail traffic included at this intersection too. Wow.
All hazards were surmounted; mud, zombie, bad crossing at dangerous intersection but soon I felt began to feel a bit ‘faklempt.’ Nevertheless, I was on the second half of the PJ McArdle roadway and was back on my inexorable path down towards the ground, at an angle, again.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When I got to this little bridge along the path, I shed the camera bag for a few minutes and hung it on a fence using the stout caribinier that’s always installed on its pull strap. Train tracks were below me, and since I hadn’t seen any Norfolk Southern traffic during this entire walk, I felt like the odds were quite in my favor regarding the appearance of a train. I fired up the radio scanner and my hopes were confirmed. Something was heading my way. ‘Hey Now’ shouted your humble narrator.
Lucky me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the ticket. I find myself saying ‘hey now’ when a train appears in front of my lens these days. Like an exclaim it out loud sort of thing – ‘HEY NOW.’
Don’t ask me why, you can’t be expected to explain this sort of thing.
Given that I’ve barely mentioned the bum ankle for the last couple of couple of posts, I should mention it was performing admirably on this outing. No ‘clicking’ or weird cramped ‘tightness’ and whereas you can’t help but be overly aware of the joint. The thing mainly played ball with my aspirations this time around. Felt like it was finally back on the team, after all this time.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This walk wouldn’t end when I got back to flat ground, as I still had about another hour’s worth of steam to spend. I also planned on grabbing a pint of beer at the end of the scuttle, at that brewery by the CSX Pittsburgh Subdivision tracks which I frequent. I mentioned that I was faklempt, no?
People keep asking me if I’m back…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Last shot for this week, and post, was of a bunch of kids playing ball on an athletic field in the South Side Flats section.
Next week – a bit of Choo Choo – and then…
Something different, at this, your Newtown Pentacle.
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Mundane funsburgh
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Our Lady of the Pentacle led the charge on a recent weekend day, when she announced that she’d like us to attend an ‘Oddities’ convention at Pittsburgh’s Convention Center, which is found along the Allegheny River on the so called ‘Golden Triangle.’ It was your standard sort of ‘con’ show, with individual vendors and artists tabling in booths and selling or displaying their wares. Taxidermy was a big part of this ‘oddities’ dealie, but there were all sorts of people selling all kinds of ‘weird’ stuff.
Personally, I grew colossally bored after about 45 minutes. So I announced that I was going to take a powder for awhile and meet up with Our Lady (and a couple of friends) after they had explored the offerings. It was basically a shopping trip at this point, which is something I don’t find fun. I headed outside into an atmosphere bitter cold and heavy wind.
That’s when I heard it. Diesel.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Fort Wayne Rail Bridge, and I should mention that I had left my ‘superzoom’ lens at home and was armed only with an 85mm prime lens, was allowing egress from the central peninsula of Downtown Pittsburgh and across the Allegheny River to the ‘North Side’ for a Norfolk Southern’s train allowing it access to the trackage found along the Ohio River.
Wooie!
Wish I had the zoom with me, but I kind of like these shots of the Norfolk Southern’s transit for some reason.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was hauling tanker cars, ones which were too far away for me to have any idea what was in them. Gotta say that when you see a train going by and the screed on the tanker car says something like ‘WARNING! Molten Sulfur,’ it does give you pause. Law of averages says that eventually something’s going to go badly, somewhere. Remember East Palestine, in Ohio, when that train exploded and burnt? About 70-80 miles from my house in Pittsburgh, that was.
Of course, when I lived in Manhattan, 911 happened six miles from my house, so you’re really not safe from disaster anywhere. I’ve always strived to be an optimist, Y’see.
Back tomorrow.
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Making the donuts
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Great success, for one such as myself, materialized in the form of that shot above. That radio scanner which I’ve recently acquired was on ‘scan’ mode, and despite it getting stuck on the National Weather Service channel (I really need to reread the instruction book) a few times, the thing soon locked onto a Norfolk Southern radio channel and thereby I knew this train would be crossing in front of me in advance of its arrival. YES!
Norfolk Southern #4334 was just one of several locomotive engines providing diesel power to what looked like a coal train. It was probably coal, but unless you know what something is for a fact… you always have to qualify your observations as an opinion, informed or otherwise.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The T light Rail made another one of its many intrusions into frame as I scuttled along. The particular zone I was walking into should be quite familiar to long time readers by now. I’ve been attracted to this section of the Monongahela River shoreline for a bit now. Frequent rail traffic, a brewery, and out door seating? If you were trying to set a trap for me, these factors would be an irresistible bait.
Particularly right now, as the ankle has healed sufficiently for me to resume my walks but is not far enough for me to be ‘daring,’ one finds himself missing the overwhelming flatness of those concrete devastations surrounding a ribbon of municipal neglect called Newtown Creek. I need to charge back up at her font of corruption, fill my soul to the brim with the black mayonnaise and the NAPL sauce. She misses me, I can feel it.
When it warms up a bit, I think that I might go home for a visit, just me and the camera for like 72 hours or something. Maybe.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A second Norfolk Southern train appeared, this one carrying shipping containers and tankers while heading in the opposite direction of the likely coal train. My plan was now fairly simple, head over to the brewery and buy a beer, then sit down and wait for CSX to show up.
One should mention that I was actually enjoying myself, which is a rare treat these days. Exercise, photos, and fun? What’s going on here in Pittsburgh?
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Ambulans mortem
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator was out for an early walk, on a particular section of Pittsburgh’s Great Allegheny Passage trail, found in the Homestead and Munhall areas. After marching to the Whitaker Flyover bridge, which spans a grouping of rail tracks parallel to the trail, I was rewarded with a less than sudden appearance of a Norfolk Southern train set.
‘Less than sudden’ means that they were changing crews about a half mile away, and that I stood there for around a half hour waiting for the thing to move into position for the shot above. Sheesh!
The flyover bridge is a somewhat recent addition to this milieu, I’m told, and was installed along with another trail connector bridge found a couple of miles away in Duquesne, to ensure continuity for the GAP trail and to avoid having the citizenry using the trail crossing the very active tracks down below. I’ve learned this from signage.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My schedule for the day was cramped, and I had allocated just a few hours for the outing. Time was short and I was glad of the fact that the crew change finished up and the train started moving. It passed under the bridge I was standing on, and started heading roughly westwards. I altered my perspective, and got blasted with engine exhaust.
Me? After gathering these shots, I changed lenses back over to the big 24-240mm zoom.
The bridge sports a chain link fence, which negates usage of that larger lens. Instead, I had been using a ‘nifty fifty’ at this point, as the size of that lens easily fits into the diamond pattern of standard chain link.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A shlep still stood in front of me, and I had to scuttle back to where the car was parked a couple of miles distant to get on with the rest of my appointed rounds for the day. I had also left my water bottle in the car, and was looking forward to having a good long suckle from its icy content.
Back tomorrow, with something just a little different.
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Waves or particles
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator needs a break right about now, which is why single image posts depicting rail traffic observed in the greater Pittsburgh metro area will be greeting you all week.
Above is a shot of two Norfolk Southern trains snaking through the South Side Slopes section of Pittsburgh.
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