Fog & Smoke

Quoth Joseph Stella in 1946, “It was a real revelation. Often shrouded by fog and smoke, her black mysterious mass - cut in the middle by the fantastic, tortuous Allegheny River and like a battlefield, ever pulsating, throbbing with the innumberable explosions of its steel mills - was like the stunning realization of some of the most stirring infernal regions sung by Dante…”