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Inside a wet giga-machine
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was visiting Carrie Furnace, here in the Pittsburgh exurb of Swissvale, when the vault of the sky burst open and it began pissing down with heavy rain. I made my way over to an enormous mechanical structure which offered some cover and did my thing there.
They have one of the old locomotives which brought coal and coke to the mill on display.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This mega machine was how the steel people unloaded the fuel carried in by the locomotive. It was dropped into hoppers which then transported it to where it was needed, and this giga mechanism was how they did that. The whole thing is rusted out, decaying, and was soaking wet. I picked my way along it carefully, avoiding the areas demarcated by yellow chains which the Carrie Furnace people had forbidden.
You are required to wear a hard hat on-site. Couple that with my two bags that were loaded up with about 25 pounds of various tools, the umbrella, and managing the camera and tripod – I was constantly adjusting straps and leashes and belts.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I spent the interval of the heaviest downpour amongst the giga-machine’s innards. Shelter from the storm allowed me to fold up the umbrella for a spell and leave it sitting on the ground. There’s an earthen berm on the south side of the Carrie Furnace site, which is heavily wooded. On the other side of that is another set of rail tracks and the Monongahela River. On the opposite side of the river is the Homestead Pump House.
Of interest to some, my backpack these days is a very waterproof Patagonia brand bag. Everything within was dry as toast. As is my habit, a sling bag was hanging off one shoulder onto my hip, used for the stuff I need at arms reach when shooting. The sling bag is fabric, and it got quite moist.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This one looks out of the mechanism towards the actual ruins of the #6 & #7 furnaces. The rain was attenuating, and somewhere above the clouds the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself was descending behind Ohio somewhere. The sunset was meant to happen sometime around 8:30-8:45 this particular evening (July 30).
I reclaimed the umbrella and zipped up my sling bag.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot from within the mechanism, and a plan was hatched to scuttle across the muddy site in a manner which would offer the most ‘rain shadow’ protection form the inclement circumstance.
After all these years, I have all sorts of tricks I use to stay somewhat dry. Rain shadows are amongst them.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I headed over to a concrete structure which had still had a roof on it.
A quick check of the lens revealed that it had suffered only a few droplets of rain, which were quickly wiped away. I was just getting started, after all. I had three hours on site and I planned to use every second of them.
More tomorrow…
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Curvilinear footpaths
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There was an public event scheduled for the evening, at a sports ball stadium occupied by the Pittsburgh River Hounds soccer team, so there were scores of their fans gathered in the parking facilities of that institution. Many of them were tailgating, and the BBQ smelled pretty enticing as I exited the pedestrian/bike path of the Fort Pitt bridge onto the enigmatically named ‘West Carson Street.’ This is a wide and fairly high speed local arterial street, one which stitches several important bits of transit infrastructure together. The West End Bridge and a primary arterial road called Saw Mill Run Blvd. are to the west, the funicular inclines and Fort Pitt Bridge in the midst, and the T’s ‘Station Square’ light rail junction as well as the Liberty Bridge and tunnels are found along its length. After crossing under the T’s Panhandle Bridge approach ramps, this via publica becomes East Carson Street, which leads into what’s essentially a nightlife district. Lots of stuff along its path, many of which are interesting to one such as myself.
Ain’t exactly pedestrian friendly though, West Carson, and although I normally cross this interval on the parallel rail trail found along the waterfront, one figured on daring the sidewalk (or scare walk). Kind of a weird place to scuttle, I’d offer, but you never know how something tastes until you try a bite of it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The goal for this scuttle, beyond scouting with the camera and learning the foot paths, was to get in some exercise. My goal for a longish walk like this one is to hit about 10,000 steps, which I did. I can actually walk 5-6 miles, which is more or less what those steps equate to, standing on my head. Lately, I’ve started incorporating the altitudinal side of Pittsburgh into the calculation, so my phone’s health app told me that I had also walked something like 12 flights of steps as well. Cardio, lords and ladies, cardio.
Saying that, I was fashvitzed by this point, and just wanted to get back to HQ for a shower. I negotiated my way back to the T station, at Station Square, and waited for my chariot to arrive.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Based on the frequent mentions offered about the service, you’ve probably guessed that I’m a fan. One of the factors which made Our Lady of the Pentacle and I choose Pittsburgh as a home base, and Dormont in particular, was the availability of mass transit. I like having the car available, mind you, but I also like leaving it at home and scuttling about on foot. I still haven’t taken a bus anywhere.
Back tomorrow with something I’d been looking forward to shooting for a couple of months.
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Point Scuttling
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One is still learning his way around Pittsburgh, and after a bit of a scouting mission to the metro area’s ‘North Side,’ a scuttle back to the south side of the City was enacted. The Allegheny River was crossed, and my ultimate destination at the T light rail station was on the other side of the Monongahela River.
I leaned into it, and actuated the camera along the way.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m starting to notice the little things. The minutia as opposed to the grandiose. I like the downtown area for these walks, as it’s relatively flat. The more elevated and hilly areas require a bit more planning, which tends to reduce the serendipity that is preferred. If you leave a car ‘up there,’ you need to get back to it somehow from ‘down here.’ It’s a pickle.
Downtown, you can just sort of follow your toes, and go wherever they happen to be pointing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There are very few places back in NYC which could be defined as being ‘alleys,’ but Pittsburgh is full of them. This is a legitimate vehicle lane, I would mention, and periodically I’ve found myself driving through these narrow byways to get here and there. I think they’re legit, I should mention, as Google maps has directed me through them. Of course, the same application has sent me all over hill and dale in a haphazard fashion here in the greater Pittsburgh area, so…
Onward and… well, I mostly stay at whatever altitude I’m at, so… Onward and across?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was heading for a crossing of the Monongahela River which I hadn’t used since the winter, the Fort Pitt Bridge. Along the way, and I think they call this area ‘The Cultural District,’ I remarked to myself about how many sky bridges there were here and wondered if they’re counted when discussing Pittsburgh’s many bridges.
One was also looking over his shoulder a bit in this area, as it’s one of the spots where the local drug enthusiasts gather. Debased, the local junkies form a fairly pathetic and predictable population. I’m basically the only person you see waving a camera around, so the junkies tend to lock their lizard brain onto me as I’m walking by. So far so good, and I know how to handle that sort of thing from my long years of scuttling about in distaff sections of New York, but it’s best to,pay attention to your surroundings in this zone.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I made it to Point State Park, where Pittsburgh’s famous convergence of the 3 rivers occurs. There’s a mega fountain there, one which I’ve recently learned is fed by a fourth river, an underground aquifer.
As is always the case, hundreds and hundreds of people were in the park. Pittsburgh is a bit of a tourist draw for the regional vicinity with its Casino, and Sportsball Stadiums. They’re not pulling European package holiday tourism here, but there’s a not insignificant economy built around people visiting from out of town locales in Maryland, West Virginia, Ohio and other neighboring states.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I finally made it to the Fort Pitt bridge and scuttled up onto the pedestrian/bike pathway. The last time I walked this path, it was early February and the pathway was a skating rink. This time around, I had to cant my funny little $12 Costco fishing hat to one side in order to provide myself with as much shade as possible.
Back tomorrow with the end of this journey, which began on Pittsburgh’s North Side when I was scouting for a set of train tracks.
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Restive placeholding
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It had become furiously hot here in Pittsburgh for the better part of a week, with temperatures in the high 90’s. This is pretty unusual for this region. Humidity is the culprit behind summertime shvitzing hereabouts, not high temperatures. Pittsburgh’s ‘normal’ highs in the summer are in the middle 80’s, with night time atmospherics typically dropping into the 70’s or even the 60’s. The climate is modulated by the river valley topography, and the vast amount of urban forest. There’s mature trees everywhere around here, and even across the street from HQ here in Dormont you’ll find a forested gorge with flowing water. We regularly see all kinds of critters – hawks, ground hogs, deer.
Oh, Appalachia.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As part of our ‘let’s make the puppy tired’ agenda, Moe the dog has led Our Lady of the pentacle and myself to many places where a long linear walk is possible in recent weeks. Grandview Avenue up on Mt. Washington is where we were, and I took a minute to wave the camera around for a handheld panorama. Check out the original giant image here.
Since our last check in with Moe, when he bit me in the crotch, he’s chilled out a bit. Miles and miles of walking are needed to deplete his batteries, however, but… this is me, so hold my beer. The latest wrinkle and phase Moe is in is him needing to poop at 4 in the morning, so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m constantly remarking to myself on the qualitative differences in civil infrastructure encountered here in Pittsburgh, and how they contrast with what you’d see back in Queens. The picture above is from Patomac Avenue in Dormont, where Newtown Pentacle HQ is now found.
Back tomorrow with something else, at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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CSX parade
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
CSX #62 was the first locomotive to pass by the Sly Fox Brewery, here in Pittsburgh, as a humble narrator ‘rehydrated’ himself with several pints of beer after a long walk on a hot day. As a note, regarding anything I’m passing along about these trains in todays post – make/model etc. – is based on a ‘scratch the surface’ level of google search. I freely admit that this subject is one that I’m absolutely not an expert on. I like taking pictures of, and having a general knowledge of, locomotive stuff but that’s it. If something is incorrect here, please share the skinny in the comment section.
Supposedly, this is a ‘GE AC44CW’ model 4,400 HP locomotive, built in 1995. It was hauling a staggeringly heterogeneous load – tankers, cargo boxes, etc. That was the first one.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Next up was CSX #5426, a ‘GE ES44DC’ which was loosed upon the nation’s rail system in 2007. It was also hauling a mixed up collection of various forms of cargo boxes. Both of these trains were heading towards the Ohio River side of the city.
Right about this point, I headed into the brewery and ordered a second beer and a cheeseburger. I had earned that burger, dammit.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
From the opposite direction, heading away from the Ohio River in the direction of McKeesport, CSX #7247 hurtled past the lens. I’m led to believe that this model is a ‘rebuilt GE CM44AC’ but I have no real idea what that means.
It was also hauling a conglomeration of random cargo cars.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Next up, and heading for the Ohio, was CSX #5209. This train is the same model GE ES44DC as CSX #62 in the first shot, and I’m told it has been hurtling around North America since 2005.
Burger quaffed, second drink guzzled, I headed back inside the brewery to purchase more fortification, as well as a tall glass of ice water. It’s critical to mix some water in when you’re drinking beer. It’s nice to catch a buzz, I always say, but being drunk is a miserable experience. At least it is for me.
A fumbling idiot with no dexterity, absolutely zero emotional or behavioral barriers, fairly useless.
That description is applicable to me when I’m still sober, by the way. Drunk me… that can be chilling.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Heading the other direction, away from the Ohio, CSX #5101 showed up next. It’s a GE AC44CW, same model as #62, and I have no idea when it started juggernauting around America’s rail system. Other than that it was built sometime between 1993 and 2004, when General Electric was still producing this model of locomotive.
I should mention that I had some company, two young guys whom I had struck up a conversation with on my way into town on the T. They were talking trains, and when they said ‘heritage unit,’ I realized they were railfanning, I turned them on to my ultimate destination at the brewery and they met me there. Turns out the two guys I was hanging out with were employed in one way or another as Railroaders. One of them was a sales agent who booked space on a competing company’s trains, and the other worked as a freight train conductor for that same entity.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
By the time that CSX #7238 appeared, I had basically spent as much time at the brewery as I had done walking around. The bar was closing up, and we were bid a fond adieu about 9:30 pm.
That’s a ‘GE U30C’ model train, and nearly as old as I am having come out of the factory in 1969. It was doing mineral hauling, with cars that were emblazoned with the logo of ‘coke express.’ That means that they had been working on delivering the stuff to a steel mill further up the Monongahela River, and were heading back to the Ohio side empty.
I took the ‘T’ back home, and Our Lady of the Pentacle was floored when she saw that my normally grim visage had been replaced, as I crossed the threshold by a hideous imposture of a smile upon my face.
Back tomorrow with something different.
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