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Objects in motion…
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s Pittsburgh’s ‘T’ light rail coming off of the Panhandle Bridge, and hurtling towards the Station Square stop on the south side of the Monongahela River. Hurtling is probably overstating it, but there you are. One had used the service to go to that self same stop after a bit of a hullabaloo, ridden the Monongahela Incline to Grandview Avenue atop Mount Washington, and was proceeding on foot down the north face of the landform in a manner diagonal. It was hot in Pittsburgh, with rising humidity, but a pleasant breeze.
A humble narrator was shvitzing heavily due to the ambient dew point and temperature. That’s the suss.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The PJ McArdle roadway, as this ‘truss pontem’ on the north face of Mt. Washington is called, is where one scuttled. This is the “upper” section being explored in these posts, if you want to see the “lower” section – or any of the times that this structure has been discussed – click here.
One had a whole other plan for the rest of the day as it led into evening, of course. Remember that bar I had found, the one with the nearby rail road tracks? Yessir, that’s where I was going.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the same bridge pictured above, which the T is seen riding on in the first shot of today’s post, and is offered for completeness’s sake. “Up, down, all around,” that’s my motto. One navigated his scuttling towards the ‘rails to trails’ pathway.
As mentioned in prior posts, this was a fairly warm day in Pittsburgh. I hadn’t drank anything at all (water, Gatorade, etc.) since leaving HQ about 4-5 hours previously, and one was a bit parched by this point. That’s another big difference between NYC and Pittsburgh – no bodegas to stop into and grab either the Gatorade or bottle of cold water from.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I cannot walk past that rusty earth mover above without taking a shot of it, can’t tell you why. My plan was to spend an actual evening at the brewery, including having dinner there. On my way into Pittsburgh from Dormont, a couple of younger guys on the T were talking and passing a phone back and forth looking at pictures. I overheard one of them said ‘heritage unit,’ and I couldn’t help but but in and ask if they were railfanning.
Somewhat sheepishly they said no, and then ‘kind of.’ I told them where I’d be in the evening and invited them to join in, and eventually they met up with me at the Sly Fox Brewery.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This spot is gentrification, Pittsburgh style. The centerpiece of this spot is a building which used to be the world’s largest terminal warehouse or something like that. A NYC real estate developer bought it and refashioned it as ‘The Highline,’ which is branded with a silhouette of the pre Hudson Yards NYC skyline. Odd choice, that.
It’s quite reminiscent of the Bush Terminal complex in South Brooklyn, but is a little less ‘head up its own ass’ than that NYC EDC clusterfuck in Sunset Park is. The project doesn’t seem to have ‘landed’ well, other than the brewery, and observationally speaking they’ve had trouble attracting commercial tenants. Perhaps, then, it is actually just like the Bush Terminal in Brooklyn.
So, what am I doing, hanging at a gentrifier/yuppie place? Dinner, drinks, and a show. That’s what.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The show got started. I like this spot, in particular, because of the grade crossing, with its obligatory signal bells and barrier arms. You get a few minutes of warning that a train is coming, allowing for the setting up of the camera and positioning of the photographer.
That’s CSX #62 coming into view, my fellow nerds. The first of many, as it turned out.
Tomorrow – an absolute parade of CSX’S Choo-Choo trains on the Pittsburgh Subdivision.
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High to low
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After a ride on the T from HQ in Dormont to the center of Pittsburgh, a humble narrator rode the Monongahela Incline up the face of Mount Washington and then proceeded along stately Grandview Avenue. My desire for this walk was to explore the upper reaches of the PJ McArdle roadway, a diagonally placed truss structure which starts at the top of Mt. Washington and leads you back down to ground level about a mile away, horizontally speaking. There’s a pedestrian and bike lane on McArdle, which is mostly ‘protected’ behind a concrete structure. Mostly.
Just before heading onto the thing and descending back down to my usual base level on the street, the ‘Saint Mary of the Mount Church & Saint Adalbert Church’ caught my eye. Don’t know much about it, but it’s a cool looking church, if you ask me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
What drew me to this spot on this particular day were the many times I’ve driven up or down this roadway, every one of which saw me eyeing the pedestrian path in a somewhat lascivious manner. The views are quite stellar from this path. This walk was another one of my scouting missions, and I intend on returning here sometime at night, when the trees have enjoyed their autumnal transmogrification. I should be able to get away with doing tripod shots here, but the vibration from passing automotive traffic is probably going to hobble that effort.
That’s downtown Pittsburgh, by the way, at the confluence of the three rivers; Allegheny, Monongahela, and Ohio. The bridges are: the ‘Fort Duquesne’ in the distance, with ‘Fort Pitt’ poking up through the tree canopy at bottom left. It was a hot but breezy day in Pittsburgh, with climbing levels of humidity.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Grandview Avenue can be analogized for New Yorkers as being a lot like the Brooklyn Promenade. It’s one of the high points in Pittsburgh, and certainly offers the most well known set of views of the place, but I actually prefer the West End Overlook. There’s a huge public space between the two inclines with overlook platforms, which is populated sparsely, in comparison to Brooklyn’s analogous promenade ‘back home.’ Right about where the PJ McArdle Roadway slopes away and down from the top of Mount Washington, a series of buildings are set in along the steep and sharp edge of the landform.
Apartment houses and private homes, what looks to me like it must be an Old Age home, a bunch of bars, restaurants, and a catering hall are amongst what I’ve observed up,here. These buildings all jut out onto structural cantilevers to take advantage of the epic views, which is apparently quite a valuable commodity. I wouldn’t say no to living in that place pictured above, provided that the lottery gods are smiling.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The fence on the left, the one in green made of iron, is in an absolutely terrifying state of repair. What’s so terrifying about it? I looked on the other side of the rusted out fence. There’s about a 30 feet drop on the other side of the rickety thing. That’s a thirty foot drop onto heavily forested land, which would only be the location where you first bounce, and that’s where your tumbling journey down a roughly 1,000 feet/60-70 degree angled descent would start. Wow.
I don’t know if any of you have enjoyed any similar pleasures, but a humble narrator once experienced an icy slide down a forested hill, of about 35 degrees, and nearly cut his neck open on some thorn bearing shrubbery which was uprooted when I body slammed into it. Mount Washington? Brrr…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
By far, the coolest thing you get to see along this stretch of the PJ McArdle Roadway is the trackway for the Monongahela Incline, whose funicular trackway is cantilevered over the prime cantilever which carries the vehicle lanes. There’s a concretized set aside area surrounding the thing, and this is another composition I plan on coming back for at night. All those lights on the track are illuminated! Don’t forget, I was scouting on this one.
A humble narrator is quite aware of how ostentatious he must appear, while photographing. My oft stated policy is to keep moving, lest one draw unwanted attention. In this case, however, I broke my rule and hung around this spot since the funicular service is actually fairly frequent. I know, also, that which goes down must also come up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This view will definitely be revisited as well. I’m wondering what morning looks like right here, but I mean really early in the morning. Might be a cool shot when they’re popping off fireworks at the stadiums, such as when one of the local sports ball teams validate the hope and trust which their fans have offered or when Taylor Swift (of blessed memory) comes back to Pittsburgh.
They really like the sports ball stuff around here, as a note.
Pittsburgh is so damn cool! Back tomorrow.
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Up, down, all around
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My plan for a ‘long walk’ on this particular day was to force myself into a state of continuous motion for around four hours, so after riding the T from the suburb of Dormont and into the City of Pittsburgh, a humble narrator started kicking his feet around.
My original route was altered by construction on the T which saw it not stopping where I had intended to go, but who cares about that? I soon found myself at a municipal staircase leading up the ‘Boulevard of the Allies,’ which in turn would lead me to a crossing of the Monongahela River over the Liberty Bridge.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was only the second time I’ve walked this path, one which I declare as being pretty cool. A recent addition to my kit has been a fishing hat that I bought at Costco for $12. The burning thermonuclear eye of god itself is a baleful entity here in the Pittsburgh area, and on relatively clear summer days it’s a malignant force. I needed something with a bit more cover than a baseball cap, and found my personal desires answered at a warehouse store found, in a shopping mall, that sits on land that used to be occupied by what once was the nation’s largest steel mill. I never felt more American.
It’s funny. My entire life has been defined by the NYC ‘thing’ where you’ve got a knapsack with you when you leave the house in the morning, which contains every thing in it you’re going to need until returning home at night. I’m still adjusting to having a car to stuff gear into, and that it’s ok to bring an extra heavy tripod with me because why not? The NYC experience saw me working feverishly to shave a half pound, or even a few ounces, of weight out of my camera bag, and carefully considering putting one lens or another into my camera bag based on how much the thing weighs rather than what it does.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m actually pretty happy with the shot above, captured from the Liberty Bridge. Fairly frustrated was a humble narrator, however, as everywhere that one scuttled to in search of a neat freight rail photo opportunity was utterly empty of such traffic. As is always the case, when I’d walk away from the POV spot, you’d hear a train horn blowing and feel the rumble of it passing. Uggh. Frustrating.
One scuttled about for a while, pushing forward, and eventually – after the four hours of forced marching were over – headed back to the T and home to Dormont about 6 miles south of this spot and on the other side of a mountain. Back tomorrow.
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An examination is inherently a recrimination
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Another Doctor’s appointment found me parking the Mobile Oppression Platform on the roof of the hospital’s lot, where some pretty keen views of Pittsburgh were on offer. The Yinzers, which is what the Pittsburgh people call themselves, seem duty bound to park in the first available spot they see, and nearby an entrance or exit. Me? I go where it’s less crowded, and where you might be able to see something.
Thereby I always seem to park on the roof deck of these multi story parking facilities. Additionally, the odds of having my car damaged by somebody who isn’t paying attention, while they’re negotiating the narrow confines of the garage, is lessened in these less populated areas. I don’t mind walking a few hundred feet or taking a flight of stairs, in fact I prefer it.
The shot above is looking more or less south.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Looking more or less eastwards, over the historic housing stock at the edge of an area called ‘The Mexican War Streets,’ part of the larger ‘North Side,’ and towards the Heinz Lofts/Factory buildings. I’m told this section can get a little dicey at times, but I don’t have any personal experience to damn or bless that bit of transmitted knowledge. There’s a few places which I’m intrigued by that the locals have told me are fairly dangerous. I, on the other hand, grew up in 1980’s NYC, so… my perceptions of ‘dicey’ use a different rubric for ‘stranger danger’ than the one most have.
I was visiting a diagnostic lab at the hospital this time around, and getting ultrasounded. My new Doctor is pretty thorough, and the various concerns he has for me have manifested as a series of somewhat esoteric probings and banal violations of personal dignity, but I’m committed to the ‘program’ he’s got me on so there you go.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After having wiped the lubricant goo from the ultrasound off and then getting dressed again, I negotiated the maze of hallways within the hospital and then found myself back at the car.
What to do, what to do? Get a shot of the Heinz campus, obviously.
This zone of Pittsburgh is quite interesting, by the way.
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cryptical marginalia
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
During my waning hours in Astoria in the last week of November, time to pursue any activity, other than facilitating the move to Pittsburgh, just ran out. There was so much to do.
I’d find myself waving the camera about occasionally, but a deadline was approaching, one which once reached would find me driving Our Lady of the Pentacle and a car load of “essentials” out to Western Pennsylvania on November 30th, so we could take possession of our new space on December 1st.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
By the 24th and 25th of November, we had packed up all of our dinner plates as well as the pots and pans. That meant that if we wanted to eat, we had to either do so while eating out of take away containers while sitting on foldable camping chairs amongst the boxes, or head out for a restaurant meal. “Comfort” was a thing of the past at this point.
Me? I was just hoping that NYC didn’t find a way to kill me before this plan finished playing out. NYC is a malefic motherfucker, has an active intelligence, and she offers a cruel sense of humor. Thereby, every step taken and street crossing attempted involved a great deal of care.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Convenience, and the easy availability of alcoholic beverages and cheeseburgers, made my favorite little Astoria bar – Doyle’s Corner, found at the Times Square of Astoria at 42nd and Broadway – the obvious choice for dinner and drinks.
It was chilly, and rainy, that last week – but despite all that we did the outdoor dining thing with NYC’s sense of ironic consequence in mind. In the weeks since we’ve relocated to Pittsburgh, news has filtered back to us of friends (many of whom still mask, and are super careful) who have regardless been swept up in the latest wave of COVID infection. Apparently, we got out just in time.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Right about this time is when the Innovation Queens project began rattling forward towards its inevitable approval. This last true neighborhood in Queens is about to be decimated by the Real Estate people. I’m not going to be returning to NYC for a long, long time. That’s my plan, at least. I think that when and if I return in a couple of years, Astoria will look like Williamsburg or Long Island City.
Where I’m living now in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, which is where this post is being written, is a place where it’s dark and quiet at night. That’s a half hour away from the titular center of one of the great American cities.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
No longer do I have thousands of vehicles a day passing under my windows while drivers angrily steady honk their horns. I haven’t witnessed drunks having a knife fight under my bedroom window, yet, either. There have been no observances of fart cars.
Early explorations of the Pittsburgh metropolitan area have shown me that there’s lots of “wrong” nearby, I should mention. Dire poverty, hopelessness, addiction – all that is here. So’s post industrial environmental degradation. Thing is – the volume is turned down considerably.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
So ended the Queens part of my life. I’ve got a Brooklyn part, and a Manhattan part too. Goodbye. The cover is closed on this installment of the story, and I’m now living in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.
You’re going to be seeing a few “best of 2022” posts over the next few days, and Pittsburgh oriented posts will be beginning in the new year.
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