Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 April 2016

Trailer Trash: Beneath the A146

Abandoned and decaying beneath the A146 flyover, just outside of Norwich.

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Dolphin Bridge

The grey and drizzle-dampened Dolphin Bridge, Norwich.

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Arch: Forgotten UEA Bridge

In the woodland grounds of the UEA, somewhere behind the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts. Off a track that mainly seems to be frequented by dogwalkers is this little bridge, curving over what is barely a stream. I think in the summer months this pretty much dries up completely. I couldn't tell you its age or anything about it: at a guess, I'd assume this little site was once part of the grounds of Earlham Hall.

Whatever it is, I like this little arch. Equal part fairytale, equal part romantic.
















Monday, 27 August 2012

Unfortunately

"Meaning is not in things but inbetween them. You unfortunately don't have a free will."

Graffiti on the Lady Julian Bridge over the River Wensum, Norwich, named after Norwich's famed fourteenth century mystic.





Friday, 1 June 2012

For Today is a Brand New Day

"Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts." - Mark Z Danielewski, 'House of Leaves'


Saturday, 20 August 2011

Traffic Overhead: Underneath the Postwick Viaduct

Beneath the Postwick Viaduct, which sees the A47 pass over the Rive Yare. As with Tuesday's entry ('I Wanna Be a Punk (Beneath the A11)') this sees my continuing curiosity with the undersides of bridges and flyovers. Always good for graffiti, for starters.

Apparently, the grounds beneath the Viaduct have been used sporadically as a traveller's site, although it was deserted when I was wandering round. The shrieking clattering noise caused by the traffic passing overhead was suitably dramatic and unsettling.




















Tuesday, 16 August 2011

I Wanna Be a Punk (Beneath the A11)

It's probably the troll in me, but I do find the underneaths of bridges and overpassing roads to be quite fascinating. Their weird liminal nature, the uncertainty over the use of the space, the gloom, the angle where the bridge re-joins the earth.

This is beneath the A11, where it passes over the River Yare on its approach to Norwich.