Unusual POV? selected from recent shoots
Henrietta Pussycat as seen from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood Trolley- Idlewild Park
Not so unusual but this is the McArdle Roadway Bridge where I shot the other two photos
Grandson Michael steers the Ducky boat on the Monongahela River towards the Fort Pitt Bridge
and a Pirates game on TV, as seen through a bar room window on Carson Street
Clairton PA is the largest coke manufacturing facility in the United States. Tons of it!
And although the opening in the The Deer Hunter (Best Picture 1978) shows a sign Welcome to Clairton: The City of Prayer (the film’s story set in the industrial town of Clairton) it sounds like the filming was in various locations other than the city itself.
I really didn’t know much about coke manufacturing from coal for steel production but you can read about it here and I haven’t seen The Deer Hunter in years I can still remember the vivid scenes.
The headline reads U. S. Steel Completed Clairton Coke Battery Project in a Pittsburgh Business Times article by Malia Spencer. Trying to make production emissions greener…..
My daughter-in-law was driving so I was shooting from the passenger seat of the family van. A famous photographer ( I forget who but someone might know and comment) when asked to give advice to novice photographers replied, ” You have to get out of your car.” Oops.
I wish I had but we were headed to dinner at Aunt Linda’s and Uncle Frank’s.
Through the windshield
the train yard as we headed down the Mon Valley along the Monongahela River
Saturday afternoon Steve asked me if I wanted to take that Ducky Tour we had seen last week when we were downtown at the Arts Festival.
After a moment’s hesitation I threw on some clothes and we went. What a good idea.
Had to wait and hour and a half for the next available tour as the weather was great and everyone was out. We sipped a Yuengling at the Hard Rock Cafe and then made our way to the line that was forming at flag #3 for our boat.
We had a lot of fun. It was so enjoyable. Especially the rivers part. Steve said he would definitely go again.
Everyone looks at you as you drive past and then you all quack like a duck so if you aren’t in a cheery disposition or that seems too too corny, don’t go. It was really funny and fun and I documented the experience with the camera.
The feeling of driving into the river and leaving land was really a cool sensation. And now I know where to take the grandchildren when they come to visit the city. They would love taking a Just Ducky Tour.
Did you see the movie Saving Private Ryan? the driver asked.
All six boats drive off at about the same time, like a convoy
Self portrait in the rearview mirror
Tour guide Cait finds some humor to entertain the tourists. Us!
Salvaged from a building? Who are these figures and what are they doing?
Historic Landmark Smithfield Bridge
First you drive around downtown and see everything you know from a different vantage point.
PPG Plaza and fountain.
Looks like a character from a novel.
Headed to find her car in the parking lot.
The Blimp and PPG building
Driving down the Mon Wharf, right into the Monongahela River!
Underneath the Fort Pitt Bridge
The fountain is working again.
What a Just Ducky Tour Boat looks like on the river.
There are the companion Ducky Tourists.
We were on the Monongahela, The Allegheny and the Ohio Rivers. RIght at the point.
What it looks like when the amphibious vehicle drives out of the Monongahela River.
Right next to us on the road. Watch that Baby!!!
Returned safely to Station Square.
They told us NO one has had to use a life jacket in the 16 years of Just Ducky Tours. I took some photos of people driving the boat and am emailing them their pic.
Quack Quack Quack!
They call it challenge for a reason. Escape. Or trying to.
Escape defined : Break free from confinement or control (School is out June 17th)
Need to get away. Get out. Break free.
Attempted escape. Some of mine seem like “trapped” or “escape is necessary” . It makes me consider posting a photograph of our jail that they built along the Monongahela River, spoiling the scenic view. Escape from reality. A fire escape?
Me in the mail chute at the City County Building today when we took down the art show.
Fencing so the Cheetahs Can’t Escape!
Kayaks on the Allegheny River Photographed from the Roberto Clemente Bridge
Fence and Branch at the Softball Game
Did you ever feel like you can’t escape when you are in the middle of the car wash?
Take the keys and lock her up! Little sister tries to escape
A hopeful escape from reality and the rat race. I guess I need to buy a ticket. Oh well.
The Book Loft- Columbus Ohio. Reading is a terrific escape!
at Kennywood Amusement Park
Ready for the get away
A Couple of Fire Escapes ( I was shooting the Bitter End, I think)
Central Park Pastorale
See others bloggers escapes-
Sunday afternoon I drove across the Monongahela River to the Waterfront at Homestead, PA and did a little grocery shopping.
When I wheeled my cart to load the car, I saw this little list on the pavement of the parking lot.
I used to photograph found lists, little wrinkled slips of paper, write poems about them. Some lists abandoned in a cart- seemed like poems when I found them.
I’d think about the people who wrote them. Sometimes they’d written the oddest mix of items.
I have a friend who keeps a magnetized shopping list pad on her fridge and when she uses something up, she writes it down immediately so she can replenish the larder. I’m not that disciplined. I’ve written a list and then left it at home but it can help when trying to remember what I’d written down.
There are even tablets of preprinted lists and you just check the boxes of what you need to get at the store. That’s not my style of list, either. When I entertain I’m more likely to write a menu AND a shopping list. Cross things off as I put them in the cart.
What is your “list style”?
It’s been a week of bridges on the blog. Here’s one more. I thought the lights in the river look impressionistic. A soft focus on the bridge. Need to keep tripod or brace better against the light pole to avoid camera shake. You know how I like it when the sky grows dark and the lights come up. And I like to catch reflections.
Once known as the Homestead High-Level Bridge over the Monongahela River, it was rededicated in 2002 to honor The Grays Baseball Team of the Negro League so is known as the Homestead Grays Bridge. Built in 1936.
“It is notable as the first bridge to utilize the Wichert Truss, which uses a quadrilateral shape over each support.” says wikipedia.
Before I drove up the mountain, I went to one of my favorite spots on West Carson Street. This is what made me decide to head up to Mt. Washington to catch the incline in the snow as the sun set.
I returned to the Duquesne Incline platform on Monday evening as I arrived from Ohio. Not quite as much snow as I thought there would be.
Taken just as the sun sank in the sky and the temperatures dropped. Will try again, a different winter day.
Couldn’t wait any longer to shoot when the sky was darker as it was too windy and cold. You might have liked the night time version better.
I have posted photographs of the mill at night before, and in the winter the leaves are off the trees so I can get a nice shot from West Mifflin hill, near VistaView Street. I think there are four Christmas light decorations on it this time.
This photo is looking across the Monongahela River to Braddock.
Many family members of blog followers have worked in the mills of Pittsburgh. This is the last mill.
Click to see the earlier view from the blog in April 2010. I liked reading that post because my friend Dorothy H. wrote a comment on the blog post about a poem she wrote in response to another mill photo I took. The mill is endlessly fascinating to me, the smoke always different shapes. The cloud cover affecting the light at night. The snow. The darkness.
I remember a class in photography suggested to return to the same subject, a different season, a different time of day, but the same location. Close to it.
Guess I am doing that assignment again and again.
and this view is farther up the hill, with the naked trees on the right.