One of my walks/runs along the Merri Creek I call the "nine bridge walk": I usually only think of this number when I am running home and counting my way back. Some of the bridges are low crossings made of wood, where I sometimes pause and on either side and watch the waters meander — or rush, if it has been raining — towards me; and then away from me on the other side as they head down to join the Yarra river at Dights Falls; other bridges are bricked and embanked railway crossings I pass beneath. Two are magnificent bluestone bridges. This one carries High St from Clifton Hill up into Northcote: it was build of bluestone and local brick in 1875.
And here is a photograph from 1892.
And here is a close up of where bluestone and brick meet.
Underneath the bridge, along the creek path, the bluestone is covered in graffiti and tags.
There's a wide ledge that sometimes shelters the homeless: I've sometimes walked by and seen a swag on the ledge.
As a sign of the times, though, I did one day walk past here without the camera and saw a middle-aged man practising his climbing techniques, clinging on for dear life, all of half a metre above the ledge, to the uneven protusions of bluestone.
And here is a photograph from 1892.
And here is a close up of where bluestone and brick meet.
Underneath the bridge, along the creek path, the bluestone is covered in graffiti and tags.
There's a wide ledge that sometimes shelters the homeless: I've sometimes walked by and seen a swag on the ledge.
As a sign of the times, though, I did one day walk past here without the camera and saw a middle-aged man practising his climbing techniques, clinging on for dear life, all of half a metre above the ledge, to the uneven protusions of bluestone.
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