Late day sun as it drops faster than any flaming sky orb should be able to, changing, painting, illuminating everything rapidly, an orgy for the eyes that a brain can barely process and the only hope is that your shutter is quick enough to save some of it for later.
It often takes the worst of humanity to bring out the best of humanity.
I had begun to doubt the awesome of Pittsburgh about a week ago; yet another serious incident with a cyclist went down. After two fatalities, at least one cyclist rehabbing in a wheelchair, and countless others dinged, hit, and scratched, the story of Colin Albright being chased down by a knife wielding road rage dickhead made me question my faith in the burgh. I even twittered "If Pittsburgh is Americas most livable city, there must be some serious Mad Max shit going on elsewhere." I walked, I rode, and I saw things through a murky filter for a few days; but then I saw the love and the positivity that came out to help support Colin and I realized that one lone sociopath can't bring this City down.
Back of the Hard Rock on what would have normally been a droll Thursday night, trying to meter and find a mode on my digital that could reduce or enhance the smurf blue light, I was holding my camera a bit in front and above yours truly; after about two minutes I realized every person walking by courtesy ducked so as to not ruin my (assumed) shot. Thank you.
Driving through the madness that is Southside works today, I slowed from a crawl to a stop and waved a pedestrian across the street. Upon viewing this middle aged woman's insincere 'thank you' wave, I momentarily became enraged, then laughed at the absurdity of my expectations.
Hines Ward being released by the Steelers and Snooki being pregnant were competing news stories on an otherwise slow news day. I almost commented on some sort of interweb thread "Hines Ward is Snooki's baby dady" but then thought twice due to the fear of repercussions both electronic and physical.
Riding my quick route through the city a few weeks ago, I came upon two women trying to jump a car. They asked if I new how to attach jumper cables; I did, but the terminals were badly corroded. AAA had been called; I was about to throw it in when another guy on a bike rode up to help. He used his shirt to clean off the terminals, and we got a connection. A few minutes later, the wagon was fired up and ready to go. The two women couldn't have been more thankful.
I grew up in the depths of the Mon Valley. Schooled in dreary Erie. 2.5 years of purgatory in upstate NY. Made my triumphant return to Pittsburgh about seven years ago and have been loving every minute.