Icarus at 59 # 337

 

Cathedrals are amazing achievements of industry and they are buildings I really love to see, but also in unusual lighting, at night for example. Cathedrals of industry are no less impressive, though. This series of pictures reveal such cathedrals of industry in a state of textual intervention. This is the viaduct I would travel over on the one stop to Brighton station from London Road Station (at the bottom of my road) if I were to get the train into town. It is also the bridge everyone drives under when they come down the A27 and onto the London Road into the town. In some ways these arches are a gateway to the city. I walked down past them on Thursday night on the way to the theatre but I didn't have my camera or phone to snap them (lesson to self always have one) so I took a walk down last night just to see them again. They are just amazing. Its not a hugely relaxing view, I mean it is the main route into Brighton and the top picture is a rare one because there rare no car lights heading towards me. Its easy to see what the textual intervention is though, they have been tampered with by attaching lights to the sides that change colour, lighting the bridge up in changing colour as up as they do so and they are quite spectacular to walk under. I love city art like this - its almost incidental and then one day you are walking (like I was last night) and the colour changes and you realise, I never knew they did that. Some of the observant might have noticed I jumped from Blog 306 to 327, well that's cos the less observant didn't realise I had made a mistake down the line and substituted a seven for a five which threw the whole thing out by twenty. Its up to speed now but I was beginning to think it was odd, I had sixty posts to go, yet only thirty days until sixty turns the corner. So for now in this re - ordered blog, I will let the pictures do the talking along with this tune (if you can bear it - I love it - and somehow I can here at as I stand by these arches, listen to the trains shunting along the top as the cars pour into Brighton. But whatever your thoughts, I hope you like the pictures of a nineteenth century viaduct in the twenty first century):