PART 1

It had snowed New Year’s Eve. Not very much but enough to add the much-needed contrast to the wintry skeletons of trees that painted the region in mournful tones of gray and black. The sun had come out on New Year’s day, painful illumination for the boozy revelers who woke late, but a reminder for most that spring was months away and there would be surprises in store before the bleak month of January was finished. . .

BRADDOCK

About 4 miles south of where we live in Wilkensburg is Braddock, a once-thriving steel town that with the demise of the mills found it’s population dwindle down to somewhere under 3,000. From the right angle Braddock looks like another riverside mill town, busy, determined, salt of the earth. Yet it’s really something of a strange and beautiful artifact, a post-apocalyptic vision with blocks of empty storefronts, filled with the remains of their occupants, collapsing in on themselves with their own sad neglect. So bleak is the impression it’s small wonder the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road had some filming done here. Unless otherwise informed, one could easily overlook it’s hidden history of French-India war battles featuring the future president George Washington and the country’s first Carnegie library, complete with empty basement pool that once hosted splashing aquatic enthusiasts. It’s a haunted place, of memories and people who once tread it’s sidewalks in happier more economically viable times, where now it’s no surprise to see a drug deal or feel the urge to stay away as night falls. Now artists have moved in, promoting a revival through art and the promise of cheap studio space, and their work pops up in hidden places, like the plastered image by Brooklyn-based artist Swoon who's done some work here. The same library mentioned above hosts a dedicated ceramic studio in it’s former public bathhouse, and the two enthusiastic gentlemen who run it are active participants in the ceramic water filtration project promoted by Potters For Peace, manufacturing these simple, effective devices for shipment throughout the world. Braddock demands repeated visits and a closer look.

THE BARN

UNTITLED

BLOOD IS HARD TO BURN

HALLOWEEN

For a city filled with as many churches as it has, Pittsburgh takes it’s Pagan rituals rather seriously. Our Regent Square neighborhood alone was filled with enough house parties and Trick or Treaters to make a horrified Evangelical think the end times were on their way. Even the police, who cruised the streets from 6-8 for a little oversight, provided a strange soundtrack to this memento mori that's my aboslute favorite holiday of the year.

FILM PORTRAITS

It being the Season of the Witch, I’m tending to watch more horror films these days, courtesy the low rental fee of our local Red Box crap dispenser just up the street. Movies this issue (from top): Halloween (not crap) Trapped Ashes (crap), and Day of the Dead (poo).