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Sunday Street Steps
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This post visits the ‘Sunday Street’ City Steps in Pittsburgh’s California Kirkbride section, which were installed here in 1946.
The section of ‘sidewalk steps’ on the intersecting Maravista Street (which was described yesterday) offers pedestrians some 54 ‘sidewalk’ or ramp style steps, whereas the Sunday Street section offers a longer course of 90 steps whose proportions are more in tune with common stairs.
When I’m planning out a scuttle, I like to have a ‘goal’ location somewhere along the course. This one was met early in my day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s an amazingly well preserved and kept Victorian era home on the corner of Sunday and Maravista. I was torn by my personal prohibition against taking pictures focused in on people’s houses – as that’s creepy – and my absolute need to get this building in frame for the next few shots as it’s gorgeous.
Fantastic, that. I’m jealous.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One set of steps continues down from Maravista Street to the flatlands of the neighborhood below, and both it and the Sunday Street steps branch off from the common intersection.
I spun around to the right, and got on with things.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Again, not in great shape, these steps but neither am I, so fair.
Same concrete issues as elsewhere, also same bannister problems, but other than a few spots where you wanted to be fairly careful as far as where you stepped down… they’re in passable shape. Won’t win any good government awards, but also not ‘hazardous to human life.’
One proceeded along, with the stair based PTSD singing in my head. Luckily, that Big Special music I was listening to drowned out most of my invasive thoughts.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
From the bottom of the stairs, which were fairly steep – in retrospect.
‘Steep’ has an entirely different meaning in Pittsburgh than anywhere else except – possibly – all of Scotland. Coincidentally, back in the ancient time before the bacteria which rots vegetatation had evolved, Appalachia and Scotland were part of the same forested and moist land mass.
Plate tectonics, yo, it affects us all. The bacteria? Well, there’s a reason that Coal and Oil are found deep underground. Rotting bogs and forests and dead oceans lie down there, and that’s where we draw our petrochemical happiness from.
My recent fascination with coal has led me to read some geological ‘stuff’ which clued me in about the ‘Pittsburgh Coal Seam.’
They didn’t teach this in high school history class back in Brooklyn. At Newtown Creek I learned all about the maritime, sewage, rendering, acid manufacturing, waste handling, swill milk, oil, and gas businesses there. I’m learning about all this coal stuff now.
The history of the Appalachia’s is the history of life, and death, itself.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Ok, goal hit, I got this particular shot which I wanted. It’s sort of a ‘known composition’ as in a lot of people take a photo from somewhere nearby. It’s on the cover of a book, but that’s a far better shot than mine. That photographer either got super lucky, or they had observed the scene in different seasons during different times of day.
Now it was time to wander again, somewhat aimlessly.
My plan for the remains of the day was to eventually get back to a T light rail station, and I intended to get there inefficiently. Wander about, follow my nose, hope for serendipity to strike.
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Stepping out, seeing the town
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Last week, I brought y’all along on a scuttle in the California Kirkbride section of Pittsburgh, and my toes were pointed squarely in the direction of the ‘Sunday Street’ City Steps. Nowhere near as grandiose as the Rising Main, or as enigmatic and picturesque as the City Steps in the South Side Slopes section, this public byway was nevertheless something which I wanted to experience.
As it turns out, that section of California Kirkbride, along Brighton Road, is on a bit of a plateau. The approach to Sunday Street has a set of steps – which are more of a stepped sidewalk ramp than they are proper stairs.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A lesser section of the Union Dale cemetery was on the other side of that fence. Some sort of industrial outfit was across the street, and somebody who worked there was moving panel trucks around from one bay to the other. A couple of old timers were walking their dogs.
I jabbered along like some obscene mockery of a man, encased within a swirling maelstrom of black sack cloth, gesticulating towards odd things with a camera. Loathsomeness incarnate, horrible to behold, avoidance demanding… that’s me. Everybody hates this guy, so just ask around and they’ll tell you why. Fruit spoils when I near, dogs bark, children cry.
That fearful monstrosity which I see in the mirror, I have discovered, is myself.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The City Steps here were in a condition which I’ve discovered as being concordant with the mores of Pittsburgh’s maintenance schedules. Spalling concrete, loose or detached bannisters, cracked pavement and lots of vegetative intrusion into the masonry. Looks like these steps haven’t been meaningfully touched by laborers in decades. Feh!
Right about here is when the realization that Brighton Road behind me sits on some sort of plateau occurred, incidentally.
In the distance, and for some context as to where these shots were gathered in relation to places I’ve talked about frequently in the past, you can see the gold arch of the West End Bridge over the Ohio River, poking up at the top right of the shot above and the ridge that it’s in front of is Mount Washington.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Looking over my shoulder and back at where I’d just walked, an old habit held over from Brooklyn’s past.
Normally, this activity revolves around seeing if anyone is following me. Given that by this point of the morning – other than seeing people driving by in their cars – I had seen not more than ten humans blundering around the neighborhood, and half of those were following their leashed up dogs around.
Right around here was when I decided to use my headphones again, as the bird song had dropped off when I moved away from the main fields of the cemetery. I was listening to a newish British band called Big Special.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s the intersection with the set of City Steps I wanted to see, which I’ll be showing all of y’all tomorrow. This is an interesting spot, as three sets of Steps merge into one path here.
There were a couple of youngish guys walking on the steps too, but other than that the place seemed deserted.
I thought to myself that the area ‘looked like Salem’s Lot, but during the day when all the vampires are asleep.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I should also mention that I’ve been keeping busy for the last few weeks, and am way ahead of schedule again. These shots were captured on the 15th of March, and the posts written during the first week of April. If I’ve got my scheduling right, you’re seeing this during the last week of April.
Given how chaotic the world is at the moment, if it seems like I’m ‘out of touch’ with whatever the latest calamity is, that’s why.
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