Best enjoyed large.
The vines stretch and claw over the stone like some horrifying disease; there are grasses and weeds all around. The front of the church (hubby wouldn't let me get out of the car to take a photo, probably rightly so) is in worse shape with graffiti on the door and the stone is actually coming away from the mortar. It was quite sad to see this still stately old church (at least a hundred years old, but easily older) in such a sad, lonesome state.
The rest of the neighborhood (we saw the bell tower from the riverfront drive) was in an equal state of morose bleakness. The overcast certainly complimented the scene; by the time we arrived at the classic car show later in the afternoon, the skies were a shimmering blue and the haze had lifted.
The church is in the middle of a neighborhood right across the river from downtown Pittsburgh. All of the downtown Pittsburgh area seems to be like this - nice downtown, but shockingly, badly, forlornly run down in the entire surrounding couple mile or three. It's sad, there is no other word for it. I haven't the love for Pittsburgh I do for Detroit (having lived in the 'burgh less than three months after being born and raised in the 'burbs of Motown); it strikes me as a woeful city through and through.