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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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Dormont hullabaloo
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A ‘long walk’ day came along, and has been my recent habit at such intervals, a humble narrator scuttled up the hill here in Pittsburgh’s Dormont section to catch the light rail and travel into the ‘central’ section of the metro area. Along the way, I walked past an absolute cacophony of laboring Yinzers.
Yinzer is how Pittsburgh people refer to themselves, as a note.
This particular outfit has been busily scratching at the ground hereabouts for the last couple of months. Word has it they’re installing some sort of fiber optic dealie, and it’s been a bit of pain in the neck as far as noise and street closures. I’m fairly used to this, of course, as the corner I lived on, back in Queens’ Astoria, was a fairly busy one with lots and lots of this sort of thing going on literally all the time. Usually it would occur in the middle of the night, with the generator or other equipment set up directly under my bedroom window.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is Broadway Avenue in Dormont, incidentally, nearby the Patomac station. There’s several spots along this line where the light rail just rides up to a concrete pad no higher than a standard curb, but there’s several stops where you’ve got ‘high platform’ actual stations. Patomac is one of those. The T, as the light rail is called, has two sets of doors – one for the high platform, and another for the low. The latter exit and entrance is set up like the sort of situation you’d encounter in a bus, with a little set of steps leading out. Pictured above, the light rail set is moving away from Pittsburgh.
As is my habit, when I’m waiting for a train to arrive, the camera starts getting waved around. Some bloke started chatting about photography with me on the platform while I was doing so. Pleasant chap.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My ride into the City showed up more or less at the same time as the one leaving Pittsburgh entered the Patomac high platform Station. The fiber optic project follows the T tracks, more or less, and service has been a bit off for the last couple of months due to this and other projects along the route. Saying that, it usually won’t be more than about twenty minutes before another T comes along. I’d regularly wait longer at Queens Plaza for the R.
The photography enthusiast whom I’d been chatting with, and I, boarded the T and headed into town. More on what I did there, after wishing him a fond adieu and a pleasant day, and all that… tomorrow.
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Rides and attractions
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A friend who lives north of Pittsburgh, in the Butler area, called and opined that I should join him for a day at the Butler County Fair. Why not? I’ve never been to a county fair in a somewhat rural area before.
I decided ahead of time to ignore all the MAGA hats, Trump flags, and the general flexation of reality I would encounter from isolated people who don’t truly realize that they’re rooting for a fascistic NYC Landlord and what all that entails. My goal for the day included eating a corn dog, drinking a lemonade, and getting a few shots of farm critters.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The first thing I encountered were a group of women riding horses around an enclosed field. My ignorance of what they were up to is palpable, but I got the sense that there was some set of rules they were adhering to, and that a judge was scoring the exercise somewhere.
I’ve never ridden a horse. Motorcycles, yes, but horses no.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There were barn like structures set up as exhibition halls for various forms of livestock. It was a pretty hot day and most of the critters – goats, sheeps, rabbits, llamas, and so on – were having a snooze. There were groups of farm peeps caring for the animals, shoveling hay into their stalls and moving big industrial fans around to keep the critters cool.
The farm people were busy with their charges, so I didn’t get to ask them where they got the cool boots which they were all wearing. Cowboy boot uppers with work boot soles… I’ve always wanted a pair of those but have never been able to find them. Yeah, there’s Amazon, but with shoes you have to try them on.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The real party at the fair was going to kick into gear a few hours later than the interval I was there, which was in the middle afternoon. Butler is an hour and change drive from HQ, and I was watching the weather pretty closely, as a massive thunderstorm was heading towards Pittsburgh that I definitely didn’t want to drive home during it. The evening festivities would include a tractor pull, and displays of automotive prowess.
My plan was to be solidly in the process of driving home by the time the storm came through. One of the ways you can tell you’re in a scarlet red conservative county, in this part of the country, is a lack or paucity of street lighting on high speed roads. Couple the darkness with a storm – no thanks.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There was also a midway, which was just opening up when I was there. They had all of the ‘carny’ games, many of which were updated with a modern twist, and or branding. Unfortunately, the one where you fire a water gun into a clown sculpture’s mouth to fill a balloon and win a prize has been updated. No more clowns, it’s just a glittered up star with a hole in the middle now.
My friend, a photographer who has lived in Butler for decades, informed me that many of the people attending this event had likely travelled hundreds of miles to get here from deeply rural sections of Ohio, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, even Maryland. An entire parking lot was set up for RV’s, camper vans, and trailers, and it was full up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was upon this stretch of the midway where I was seen buying an unexceptional corn dog, and an ok lemonade. My friend got himself a funnel cake, and we sat down for a few minutes under a tent roof at picnic tables set up for the occasion.
We were hoping for some early action at the tractor pull, but the workers were still setting that one up when my deadline for getting back to Dodge – of Dormont, as it’s called – came along. I managed to beat the storm home, but by literal minutes. The sky opened up, and a holocaust of precipitation fell from the vault onto Pittsburgh.
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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Smokey Pittsburgh, part 2
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator woke out of his nest around 4:30 am, hastily cooked up a pot of coffee, and was out on the road by 5:15 after inhaling three cups of the stuff. The weather forecast called for a bank of heavy fog to set up overnight, which would be coupled with a pall of wildfire smoke so thick that it triggered a bunch of governmental warnings about air quality being transmitted to Pittsburgh’s citizenry.
One returned to West End Overlook Park, to see what this sort of thing might look like, as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself rose in the eastern sky.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When I got there, you could hear the city but couldn’t see it. Heck, I could barely see the cameraman from local CBS affiliate KDKA and he was about thirty feet away from me. It was actually a fairly difficult drive, with visibility of under a hundred feet. Luckily this POV is only about twenty minutes from HQ by car.
I hung around for about thirty minutes, hoping that the occlusion would thin out a bit, but if anything it got thicker. A change of plan was instituted and I packed myself back into the car and headed for a different spot to do my thing from.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As is my habit, while stuck at a traffic light, the camera was thrust up through the car’s moon roof. At this interval, I had traveled down about 800-900 feet in altitude, and was more or less on flat land and quite near the Monongahela River. The fog – as it turns out – was acting like a low flying cloud, and the West End Overlook Park was right in the middle of the mass. Down here, it was mainly smoke, with heavy fog.
Pittsburgh smelled kind of like everybody in it was BBQing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After getting down to a river frontage of the Monongahela, and having parked the Mobile Oppression Platform in an appropriate fashion, a bit of scuttling ensued.
Pittsburgh’s downtown, where the large buildings are, was fairly invisible. As mentioned above, you could hear the city but couldn’t see it. That was eerie and weird, and worth waking up early for.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The camera was waved about, that’s the T light rail heading out of Pittsburgh on the Panhandle Bridge. The Smithfield Street Bridge is just visible behind it.
One had drank his coffee before leaving the house, but no Breakfast had been endured, and right about here is when I started wishing that Pittsburgh had NYC style bodegas on every corner. An ‘egg sandwich’ doesn’t mean the same thing here as it does in ‘the old neighborhood.’ In fact, when I’ve asked for an egg sandwich in the NY manner here: two scrambles, ham and swiss, on a roll – I get puzzled looks back from the Yinzers with a “you want what now?”
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Finishing up the morning, with a last couple of shots pointed in the direction of Downtown and the Liberty Bridge. The fog, at least, had begun to disperse. One scuttled back to the vehicle and then back to HQ.
Back next week.
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