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Wide angling on Neville
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One of the sections of Pittsburgh which I’ve remained fairly ignorant about is found in the ‘Oakland’ section. This area is defined by the presence of the two big universities – Pitt and Carnegie Mellon – which are housed within its confines (there are other institutions of higher learning in Oakland, such as Carlow University, but PITT and CMU are the giants).
Oakland is one of the few sections of Pittsburgh where you’ll encounter truly ‘urban’ population densities and problems, with large apartment houses acting as de facto dormitories for both faculty and students of the schools. The streets here are fairly traffic choked, and there’s lots and lots of frustrating stop and go action for local drivers who are more used to navigating their pickup trucks along highways and stroads.
For this scuttle, I had myself dropped off by a rideshare, at the foot of the Neville Street ramp to the MLK Jr. Busway.
Yes, my ‘Operation Busway’ project is currently being sketched out, which will be a set of explorations to accomplish in the late autumn and early winter months, when I’ll be looking closely at this far flung pile of infrastructure in some detail.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Both CMU and Pitt have – historically speaking – academically created quite a few urbanists and architects, and as such the Oakland area is a bit of a history book as far as those particular occupations go.
It feels like a series of ‘Senior Theses’ were erected here in past eras, and when walking southerly down Neville from the bus ramp, a bunch of interesting and variegated residential structures are encountered. You can see all the historic fashions along this route; Modernism, Brutalism, you name it. A hundred years worth of ‘I know better than you, old man.’
Pictured above is the 1910 vintage, 12 unit, D’Arlington Apartment building, designed by Dr. Edward Keen (Kern). It’s a landmark.
It’s also pretty typical of an older style of apartment living that I’ve often observed here in always humid Pittsburgh, which includes those private terraces which are an artifact of an era prior to the ubiquity of ‘Air Conditioning,’ or HVAC, in residential spaces.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One kept on breaking stride along South Neville Street, as everytime I turned that hideous sensory stalk which protrudes from the collar of my t-shirt (said turning creates a sickly cracking and popping sound, along with a final detonation at the base of the skull that sounds a lot like sea soaked maritime ropes being stretched out by the tide), something new and interesting popped up and caused me to say ‘Wow.’
Over just a couple of blocks, about 125 years worth of architectural stylings and fashions were on display. A parsonage dwelling along the path was actually in Tudor Revival, and found directly across the street from this Brutalist beauty.
One was carrying his ‘bag of prime lenses’ camera kit on this particular day, and I was sort of ‘feeling’ that wide angle 16mm one.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Check out that exposed steel foundation!
There’s a pretty significant population of medical and educational professionals who live in this area, alongside the ever changing population of matriculated students. Nearby can be found several hospitals, and in fact – one of them even houses the laboratory where Jonas Salk discovered the vaccine for Polio.
I got to meet Salk’s son one day, who followed in his father’s footsteps and is now one of the showrunners at that same lab.
Great guy, inspirational too. Told him about how my depression era parents thought about his dad as being a kind of saint.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This structure had some sort of ceramic/terrazo emerald colored facing on it. Really grabbed my eye, as the tiles glittered in the sun.
I’m planning on walking several of the streets around this ‘zone’ during the winter, going north/south from river to river.
Remember that urbanist concept of ‘corridors,’ which I often offer and promulgate?
Most of these ‘corridor’ assemblages of buildings and institutions in Pittsburgh are set up in an east/west orientation, but the really interesting ‘corridors’ in this area seem to be the north/south ones. They are, of course, the paths with the steepest hills and amongst the most challenging pedestrian spaces but there we are.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Ok… define what a corridor is, Mr. Smarty Pants…
As always, let’s go back to the greatest city that the world has ever known, which happens to be a certain tidal backwater anchored into a series of sand bars found at the outflow of the Hudson River into the ocean. If you need to look anywhere on earth for definitions of what something ‘city related’ is, and want to look through the prism via which I ‘see’ the world, there has to be a bagel shop found around every three blocks with Bodegas on every corner and a Subway running below.
Third Avenue in Manhattan from 14th street to around 57th is a corridor. Everything that happens on the side streets it adjoins is consequential of the corridor offered by third. When you walk a couple of blocks west, to Fifth Avenue, you’ve entered a different corridor.
Back in Queens – Northern Blvd. And Queens Blvd. represent different ‘corridors.’ In Astoria, 30th avenue, Ditmars, and Broadway are the ‘corridors.’ So are Steinway, 21st street, 31st street, and Crescent.
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Bored in Bridgeville
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One of my ‘day in the life’ style of postings greets you today, wherein a humble narrator was going about his own domestic and quite mundane business, on a Saturday, when he decided to fruitlessly wave the camera around a bit.
Pictured above; a memento of yet another annoying interval spent along a certain set of Wheeling & Lake Erie RR tracks, in the Bridgeville section of Pittsburgh, that is commemorated photographically.
I’ll get this shot, eventually.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Newtown Pentacle time warp continues to flux, as a note, with these photos having been gathered on the 5th of September, and the post itself was written during the third week of the same month. If my scheduling is correct, you’re seeing this in late October.
One has been keeping busy, despite this chronal fog.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As you’ll see in subsequent posts, I’ve finally surpassed the ten mile walking barrier, a limitation which the broken ankle had introduced into my life. It’s been a deal, I tell you…
Starting with the penguin style walking, when I could barely manage two or three miles of scuttle without agony, I kept on pushing until the five mile barrier was surpassed via weeks and weeks of walking downhill courses, which helped regenerate the atrophied musculature in my legs.
All summer long, I was working on endurance and distance, while capturing thousands of fetching photos along the way. It’s been a shvitz.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After handling the various household errands which Our Lady and I were obliged towards the performance of, with said tasks having brought me out to Bridgeville, after heading back to HQ we met up with a few neighbors for a beer back in Dormont, and then galavanted over to a local restaurant for some comfort food.
Gyros, before ‘George the Atheist’ asks. Gyros.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Shlepping back home, and towards Moe the Dog, we spotted the T Light Rail, arriving at the Potomac Avenue stop here in Dormont. As is my habit, the camera was deployed and a few shots captured.
The next day was going to be an ‘exercise day,’ wherein I’d earn the calories from the beer and that gyro, and in spades.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve spent the last four years here in Pittsburgh observing, learning, and reading. Keeping my mouth shut. For those who know me in real life, the not talking thing must be surprising. It surprises me.
‘Shut up and listen’ is what I’m trying to achieve these days.
One has developed a decidedly surface level understanding of this place, and its mores. I can see under Pittsburgh’s skin here and there, now, as well. I’m still developing ‘intimacy’ with this place.
I also can’t seem to figure out a good time of day to get that shot at the railroad tracks in Bridgeville, so there’s still a distance to surmount.
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Hey Now! Come and Go
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey Now! CSX #6926 was approaching!
These shots are from the end of a shortish walk on the 24th of August of this year, which began up in the South Side Slopes neighborhood of Pittsburgh, and then continued on to the South Side Flats section, a path which eventually carried me here – to a pinch point along CSX Transportation’s Pittsburgh Subdivision tracks.
Said tracks are what remain of the once gigantic P&LE RR (Pittsburgh & Lake Erie RR) rail yard.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Given how often I gather shots from this spot, you know that I dig it.
The concrete factory in the background, with its web of conveyor belts and other cool gear, and the Liberty Bridge too. The Panhandle Bridge is back there too, and when all the stars align there’s a T light Rail unit in the frame too.
Existentially, there’s shade and public seating here, in a park like environment, with a nearby brewery which offers not just food and drink but toilets too.
The park area is also set along one of the waterfront trails.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I headed up to the upper level of the location.
There’s another park like public space up there, and since I had already gotten #6926 from below, I figured that I’d head up there for a different POV should another train appear.
I cooled my heels for around twenty minutes before the signal arms began to chime and descend.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey Now! That’s CSX #801.
Both trains were heading ‘away’ from Pittsburgh to the south east. In that direction lies the three big USS Steel plants, and ultimately Maryland and West Virginia. The highly industrialized shorelines of the Monongahela River, and the communities that the mills and factories exist in, are referred to locally as the ‘Mon Valley.’
Normally, I do a ‘one and done’ for these CSX shots, but on this day I decided to follow #801 through the pass.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After the train rolled through, your humble narrator had to get himself all encased in the web of bag and camera straps again. I was traveling with the ‘full pack’ on this one, which weighs around thirty pounds all told.
Ended up using the one zoom lens – which was on the camera when I left HQ – all day, so I carried all that heavy gear for nothing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve had to rethink my pack a bunch since moving out to Pittsburgh from NYC. Here, I have to carry a water bottle as there aren’t any bodegas.
Right now, I’ve got three different camera bag setups which I switch back and forth between, depending on what the day’s plan is. It’s all very confusing.
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Self imposed
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While descending a set of dissolving city steps, found beneath Pittsburgh’s Mission Street Bridge, one observed Norfolk Southern #9898 hurtling past on an elevated trestle. Hey Now!
This scuttle began on Sterling Street, as you may recall from Thursday of last week, and my plan for the day mainly involved kicking my feet about and moving at a good clip while walking.
Ultimately, I’d be looping back to the Light Rail station here on Pittsburgh’s ‘South Side’ on my way back to HQ in nearby Dormont.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Places like this are unusually welcoming to me.
As a reminder, the Newtown Pentacle time warp continues to flux.
These photos are from the last week of August, and the post itself is being written on the 7th of September. If my scheduling is correct, right now you’re fairly close to overdosing on Pumpkin spiced latte.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The path I was walking must be a familiar one to regular readers by this point. The transit service I utilize – a light rail outfit called ‘The T’ – leads me back towards a nearby station.
The South Side Flats section is built up on the flood plain of the Monongahela River, nearby an area along its waterfront which was once highly industrialized with rail yards, and steel mills, and iron furnaces. The packed together housing here in the ‘flats,’ and up in the ‘slopes,’ were where the workers of those businesses dwelt.
Lots of churches hereabouts, too.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Along with not having any desire to visit a casino or gamble in general, one of the bits of emotional software which many of you possess and which I do not involves religiosity.
Not putting it down, faith, for those of you who indulge in the worship of some allegorical sky father that counts up all the times you’ve masturbated and then holds that number against you, but here we are.
To use the word ‘atheism’ would indicate a certainty of belief in a null state rather than a supreme being, which means to me you enjoy an irrational ‘belief’ which I would describe as being somewhat religious in nature. There’s a lot to be said for not thinking about the supranatural at all, and embracing the ‘ultramundane,’ instead – as I do. The ultramundane is what your sky father or mother installed you into, so appreciate the setting.
Non-secular humanism, anyone? Hey now?
Gotta love all the religions – though – as after all, I’m a fan of ‘man.’
As I often say: Whatever… you do you, boo… I’m just passing through.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One seems to actually pass through here a lot, due to two reasons.
First is that aforementioned light rail station, the other is a set of CSX tracks nearby a brewery I frequent.
As a note: ‘Drinks’ offers a much smaller ‘lure’ to me than the ‘sure thing’ shots of railroads, at arms length, which this location offers.
One fears that I’ve introduced a narrative here over the last couple of years which suggests I’m drinking a lot more than I actually do. These days, in my dotage, two beers are plenty for me and a third is sleep inducing. Additionally, weeks often go by without a drop of the stuff passing into my mouth hole. Just saying…
Nearby pedestrian bridges over the Norfolk Southern tracks are also a ‘sure thing’ location for me- RR spotting wise.
At both locations, however, you need to ‘hurry up and wait’ for those trains to come to you, and the location (by the brewery/CSX) that I was heading for is a hell of a lot more comfortable to wait around in.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Saying that, this wasn’t a ‘have a drink day,’ as it was something like 11 in the morning when I started my ‘out and about.’ It couldn’t have been much later than one in the afternoon by this particular point in the day.
Couldn’t help but get a shot of those two painting over graffiti.
Back tomorrow with Choo-Choo’s.
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Dragon Spittle
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Everybody, and everything, hates me instinctively and innately on sight.
One has mentioned that cats hiss, dogs squeal, old ladies start to clutch at their purses, and flower blossoms close up as if it’s nighttime as I’m approaching. The human’s eyes grow wide, they scan my hands for possible weaponry, and my intent is often questioned.
I haven’t been chased by a mob of torch bearing commoners to an old mill yet, but I did once get chased by a group of old Greek ladies coming out of St. Irene’s in Astoria who became convinced that the presence of a camera in my hand indicated I was a member of Al Qaeda. True story.
This presumption of ‘stranger danger’ is nothing new to me, as I even used to catch ‘shade’ and suspicion when I was a little kid.
One has never understood this reaction that I engender in the gentry.
I don’t even litter, let alone paint graffiti, or do much more else than just simply walk around with a camera.
One of my little aphorisms demands that I leave behind nothing in my wake but footprints, wherever I go. I famously carry any trash I might generate along my path with me until a proper receptacle is found. I pay my tax, play music at low volumes, drive sanely and more or less within the posted speed restrictions. I’m the guy who’ll call 911 for strangers and wait with them until the ambulance arrives.
Sheesh!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Everybody hates me, on sight, basically.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is that most of the people who’ve known me will believe and embrace almost anything negative that’s said, no matter how crazy it sounds. I often have to explain this situation to new people who are entering my sphere, lest they believe me to be a paranoid, or become influenced by the ‘chorus.’
Your humble narrator thereby has to behave in a stiff and curiously upright manner while moving through the world, given that if someone might have said:
‘I saw Mitch – he was wearing a bright yellow bikini while shaving kittens down to skin, and then throwing them into Newtown Creek, after tattooing his ‘effin blog’s logo on them.’ The answer coming back from the receiver of that news would likely be ‘Yeah, I could see him doing that, what a jerk.’
(as a note: there’s no logo for this blog, I’ve never shaved a kitten, wouldn’t know which end of a tattoo machine to use, and the only thing I’ve ever ‘thrown’ into Newtown Creek was the time that I accidentally dropped an air blower from my camera kit on the Grand Street Bridge, and the thing bounced away from me and landed in the drink)
Literally – my whole life. Pariah.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Yeah, I know. If something is coming at you from everywhere and everyone, it’s not ‘them,’ it’s you. You’re the commonality.
Bah! Best to retreat to the lonely places, that’s where I belong and where the human infestation is less likely to reach out to touch or hurt me.
I don’t belong in the company of men, the jungle is my home…
A recent walk through one of Pittsburgh’s parks, which is spanned by the Mission Street Bridge, revealed a set of city steps which fall off of it and since I was passing by the very top of that set of steps on this day…
Rooty, rooty, zoot.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Something peculiar was occurring to the steel or iron bannister along these steps. It looked like something was dissolving the metal.
An engineer buddy of mine saw these shots and immediately came back with ‘concrete efflorescence,’ and continued that ‘lime was leaching out of the concrete drips’ and dissolving the metal.
How long has this been going on, and how much longer will it be before somebody decides to blame me for it?
‘Didja hear about Mitch? He’s dissolving metal bannisters in Pittsburgh now, what an icehole… Yeah, I could see him doing that…’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The lower bannister has been severed by this process – wow. Check out that splash on the step – here’s a close up of the splash pile.
My engineer buddy continued on, telling me that this is the same process by which stalagmites and stalactites are formed in caves.
The engineer doesn’t seem to hate me yet, but I’ll just give that one some time. Everyone comes around eventually, to hating me. Apparently, if you haven’t burnt me in effigy yet, you’re missing out.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
By the way – I’m not being paranoid or weird here – it’s lived experience.
I’m sort of ok with somebody hating me after they’ve gotten to know me, but the whole hissing cat and ‘shade’ thing from passing strangers just freaks me out.
Back next week with more paranoia – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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