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Short walk, long pier, please
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As you may recall, last week’s postings involved your humble narrator beginning one of his ‘photowalks’ in the community of Beechview, whereupon a T light Rail car was boarded. Said T light rail service deposited me at the First Avenue Station, here in Pittsburgh’s Downtown section. This is where the Panhandle Bridge (pictured above), which carries the T’s tracks across the Monongahela River, connects to the central triangle of downtown.
There was a terrific amount of maintenance work underway on this particular day, as we riders were made to understand, and were my intentions to continue along the route then a transfer to a shuttle bus would be required. This wasn’t my plan, however, as I needed to walk and thereby exercise the recovering ankle and the rest of my roadway interface.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
First Avenue Station is where the T switches away from operating an above ground service running along bridges and streets, and instead becomes a subway for about three stops in the downtown area. This section is also within the ‘free zone’ and no fare is required. Because of the work underway, the T’s were stacking up at First Avenue Station so I decided to hang around a few minutes and get some shots of all the coming and going.
The ankle is coming along, and on this walk it was rather less noisome than the last time I tried something similar. What’s bugging me right now is the atrophy experienced during the recovery interval, which seems to have really ‘done a job’ on my upper thighs and hips. Strength training is now on my bingo card for late winter and spring, I guess.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As intoned, I hung around First Avenue Station for a few minutes to record the scene, and then set out looking for an elevator. There’s fantastically long sets of stairs found here which lead down to the street, but frankly – I’m not ready to commit to that sort of effort yet. On my way, I found a public bathroom and after taking care of business set off on my way towards the elevators.
This walk, as a note, stuck pretty close to the T throughout its length. This was entirely by design, an ‘out’ in case my ankle started acting up and I needed to abort the mission and get back home quick.
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Viewing Beechview, then…
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After my long orthopedic hermitage, recently experienced, your humble narrator is experiencing a lot of emotion. A lot of this unwanted mental activity occurs in the form of impatience which draws on a surprisingly huge and newly arrived reservoir of rage.
Fairness is stuff for children, but there’s an inner child within me who just had to endure multiple months of hellacious pain and the existential horror of having to rely on others for my basic needs. A big part of this recent experience involved just having to just take it when somebody threw a curveball at me. That time is done, and I’ve got a new list.
Normal circumstance sees me bleeding out all of this extra emotional energy via exercise. The lack thereof over the last five months has seriously impacted me both psychologically and physically. My patience for other’s foibles and stupidity has never seen as low a bar as the one in place right now. That time is done, and slapping my feet against the ground is literally all that I want to do right now. Go, go, go.
Filthy black raincoat, Sabbath on the headphones, camera in hand, your humble narrator groaning and cussing. Scuttling along.
First stop for me on this particular walk involved the Pittsburgh community of Beechview, found right next door to HQ in Dormont.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The plan for the day involved catching a T light rail at the ‘Fallowfield’ stop. The T leaves behind running at street grade in the manner of a Trolley here, and the tracks continue onto a cantilevered series of bridges set against the steep hills. That means that you’ve got a series of interesting views here, all of them overlooking a very well lived in residential area. Beechview hosts the steepest street in North America, which is not too far from here. I’m planning on paying Canton Avenue a visit soon, but the ankle isn’t ready for that one yet.
Speaking of, the shattered joint was behaving itself. My gait is still considerably slower than previously, but the limp has alleviated and my foot was hitting down with full heel strikes that were followed by full rolling steps with kick off’s from the toes. This reality has started a series of psychological responses in me that have little to no basis in fact, but are part of how I motivate myself. As John Lydon opined ‘anger is an energy.’ Saying that, I’m also kind of nuts…
‘Nobody thought I’d recover from all this so quickly, even the docs, and there are many out there are sorry to see that I have regained my feet. Hell, they all wanted to see me fail and disappear. Everyone enjoys watching me suffer. My misfortune must have been a moment of celebration for the many who seek my destruction. I’m hated, like an animal – the disposed, despised, and dispossessed…
I will show them all! Soon, I will begin working on my own race of Atomic Supermen, with whom I shall conquer ze vorld!’
Other than that, the jungle is my home, yo.
(In reality, literally everybody around me has been super supportive and accommodating during this nightmare. Principal amongst the many is Our Lady of the Pentacle. Special mentions for my neighbor Charlotte, who picked me up from the hospital after surgery, my pal Brent who drove my car around with Our Lady a bit in order to keep the hybrid battery charged during my wheelchair interval, and my Pal Val who sent me a box of black and white cookies and a deck of cards shortly after the injury to cheer me up. Have to also throw one out o my pal Vinny for sending me an issue of Weird New Jersey to read when I was deepest in the trench. Also, to all of my friends who have had to endure talking to me on the phone – thanks.)
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described above, in what’s working out to be a Friday manifesto, the T transitions at this station from running at street level with asphalt embedded tracks, to a series of rail bridges that span the valleys below. My plan, incidentally, didn’t involve catching a ride at this particular station, I was just there for the views.
The bridge which the T rides on also offers a long pedestrian walkway between this and the next stop, a path which I wanted to check out.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Pittsburgh bound T arrived, and turned onto the bridge. I hung around a minute, getting a few shots of its passage. Then I leaned into the scuttle and started down that pedestrian bridge leading to the next stop. The ankle was performing as well as could be expected, as far as a reconditioned OEM part goes.
Seriously though, whereas I was extremely aware of the joint and its various new quirks, the walking was pretty easy and I wasn’t experiencing much in the way of pain.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the pedestrian bridge mentioned above. I wasn’t planning on getting ‘busy’ up here but next time I come through it’s going to be my smaller prime lenses, which can shoot through fence holes, will be installed on the camera instead of the big zoom lens.
Amazing that after two and change years, I’m still scouting locations. Feature rich environment, Pittsburgh is. When it warms up in a month or two, looking forward to coming back to some of these spots at opportune times of day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My chariot arrived at the second T station which the pedestrian bridge had carried me to. This was a low platform station, so the first step onboard involves pulling yourself up into the thing.
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Silver, blue, or red?
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described yesterday, your humble narrator attended a ‘PT’ or Physical Therapy appointment to facilitate the continuing medical recovery period after breaking my ankle back in September.
This week’s photos were captured during an actual photowalk, which is the first true scuttle I’ve taken in four months. After my assignation with the PT people, during which I was put through several paces, one limped over to the T light rail stop and headed into town. Along the way, I was shooting out of the windows on the light rail, as it was an unfamiliar line. I normally use the Red Line service, and I think that I was riding on the Silver Line but I’m not entirely sure. From where I boarded, nearby one of the service’s terminal yards, it could be any of them, and since they all go to where I planned on debarking – win.
A few disturbing things began to occur on the earliest part of the scuttle, notably a clicking sensation in the bad ankle, when transiting through a stride. It didn’t hurt, at first, but the sensation was disconcerting and persistent. I also noticed that the length of my stride had noticeably shortened. Normal, for me, is each step spans a sidewalk box line on every step.
By the time my day ended, it was three steps for every sidewalk box and the last mile took me 45 minutes to walk.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve frequently driven through the section of Pittsburgh that this T line travels along, and that’s Saw Mill Run/Route 51 pictured above, as seen from the altitude of the cantilevered tracks that the T rides on in this section.
$3, if you’re curious. That’s the fare. I’m thinking that at some point in the next few weeks I might just buy a ‘hop on/hop off’ (about $20, if memory serves) day pass to the T and spend some time at these elevated stations with a zoom lens. It’s neat, along this corridor.
The ankle was singing its song by this point. I’m normally quite sore after the PT sessions, and that was a consideration when I had resolved to ‘walk three miles’ on this particular day. It ended up being just under four miles, but that’s a subject for subsequent posts to explore.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My original plan was to take the T to the other side of the Monongahela River and walk back across on the Smithfield Street Bridge prior to heading down towards a nearby set of rail tracks, but amendment occurred due to the ankle’s operatics, and I shaved a mile off the walk by debarking the T at the Station Square stop instead.
It was in the high thirties, temperature wise, and two weeks worth of snow and ice were releasing away from the ground. It wasn’t icy, but it was wet, and as I keep on reminding myself that ‘discretion is the better part of valor’ and to error on the side of caution as I get back to speed.
Scuttle. Ow! Scuttle, ow! Ow! Ow! It was like that.
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The day, finally, comes
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Last Friday, Pittsburgh warmed up past the freezing mark.
Unfortunately, I had a ‘PT’ or ‘Physical Therapy’ appointment mid afternoon, but I also had a plan. The car was left back home in my driveway, and a cab ride took me to my appointment. After an hour of getting the actual heck beaten out of me by trained professionals, the camera bag was affixed over the filthy black raincoat and your humble narrator embarked on the first actual scuttle he’s been capable of in a very long time.
The plan involved me walking the better part of a mile, to find the terminal stop for all three of Pittsburgh’s light rail ‘T’ lines at the South Hills Village station and then catch an inbound train set. Good news is that most of that distance was accomplished by walking through a heated and evenly floored shopping mall. Part of the plan which I didn’t count on is how incredibly diminished my physicality is, after this whole broken ankle experience.
That first mile was agonizing, despite it taking place mostly on those polished mall floors. Made it though. You have to ignore pain, and then lean into it, otherwise you’re a wuss. Brooklyn!
This is the way.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One was quite glad to to see the Pittsburgh bound ‘T’ arrive. It’s immaterial which line you pick up here (there’s three – silver, blue, and red. I normally use the red line from HQ in Dormont), as they’re all -ultimately- heading towards the same place and this is one of the terminal stops. I think the one I boarded, pictured above, was the Silver but I could be wrong. At any rate, I was happy to just be sitting down. I’ve also really missed having this service available to me during all of this disability time.
Since this line was traveling on a set of tracks unfamiliar, I decided to shoot out the windows as we moved along. The ankle was angry.
The PT session had involved a stationary bicycle, weight machine leg presses, and several odd exercises (one of which sees an elastic belt strung twixt the ankles and you ‘crab walk’ sideways with it on and stretch it out laterally. This is harder than it sounds). What emerged during this walk, however, is that my stride length has greatly diminished. Something else I need to work on, I guess.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s suburban in character, the South Hills Village area, and the T runs on a dedicated track which travels past the back yards of mostly one family houses, the odd medical building or warehouse, and then past apartment houses as population density grades higher and higher, and eventually The T runs onto a cantilevered elevated track which is set into the side of a very steep hill as it nears the center of all things in the City of Pittsburgh. It’s all very complicated.
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Coming and going
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hey, lookee – that’s one of Pittsburgh’s ‘T’ light rail units on approach to the Red Line’s ‘Potomac Station’ here in the Borough of Dormont. Neat!
Luckily, I was running an errand across the street when the alarms began to sound, and the signal arms came down. I’m really looking forward to riding on this service again, as a note, once I’m able to climb up the steep hill from HQ to the station. This ankle situation is a constant ‘block’ towards me having any fun at all.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The unit pictured above, as in both of the shots, was heading away from Pittsburgh towards a terminal stop in South Hills Village. The T runs at street level, in trenches and on bridges, and even underground as a subway for a few stops. In Dormont, they have a dedicated track and a high platform station, but if you head back towards the city just a couple of T stops, in Beechview, you’ll notice that its rails are set into the asphalt, so the thing runs alongside autos and trucks as a surface vehicle. It’s all very complicated, frankly.
The T operates on a catenary system, which provides it with the motive voltage that it consumes.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Another ‘T’ arrived at the intersection where I was standing, this one heading into Pittsburgh. Under normal circumstance, at least once a week I’d find myself riding this service to ‘head into town’ and execute a long walk from its northern terminus nearby the sportsball stadium which provides a home for the Pittsburgh Steelers. I’ve got three routes from that point which have proven productive – photography wise – and also provide for ‘good cardio.’ Ultimately, I’m usually heading back to a T stop along the Monongahela River at the end of the effort for my ride home.
At least that’s what I used to do when my ankle didn’t hurt. I miss doing this sort of thing. Massively.
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