The photographer and I went for a walk along a branch of Sullivans creek. There’s a lot of beautifull photography, and a lot of very sordid graffitti to be seen along the way. More importantly Carey (my parent’s Jack Russell) got a good walk. In any event this is a tale of life in the drains.
This picture was taken under Northbourne Avenue. I was wearing a heavy coat and yes, a redneck hat.
The headwaters of the Blue Sullivan
All the way along there are morlock holes contributing their flow to the Blue Sullivan.
The upper reaches of the Blue Sullivan are criss crossed with these delicate bridges.