Last year was my first Autumn here in Pittsburgh and it was spectacular.
I wondered whether I was blown away just because I’d spent the last decade or so in New York City. The part of Manhattan that I lived in actually had a lot of trees, relatively speaking, but was still would not be mistaken for, say, a forest.
In Pittsburgh, the word “city park” means something different than it does where I came from — more along the lines of a place you go with footwear appropriate for hiking, rather than a place you duck into in between business meetings.
Some of this has to do with Pittsburgh’s Robber Baron legacy. These Gilded Age exploiters gifted or endowed the city with many of its public resources, including copious green spaces, some of which on the grounds of their former estates.
It turns out that my second autumn here has been almost as spectacular as the first.
First stop was the crazy big Frick Park (644 acres, just a bit smaller than Central Park in NYC for reference, although way less developed.) It was named for Henry Clay Frick. the coke and steel magnate.
Then it was off to visit the lands of Thomas Mellon (banking, railroads). I set up my paints at Chatham Arboretum — actually the campus of Chatham University, which are on the grounds of the former Mellon Estate. Modest at just 34 acres. Then to nearby Mellon Park, another 33 acres.
I live in a borough that changed its name to suck up to Andrew Carnegie (steel, also railroads, oil, general financier-ing). (The result was our spectacular library, worth it.) One set of paintings were done just around where I live, and the other on the 30ish acres of Carnegie Park.
Although there are parks still to come on my painting agenda that don’t have anything to do with old grifters, I’ll note the irony that I’ve found all this natural beauty in places that resulted from the noblesse oblige of people who created so much ruin.