Is that a cheetah or a leopard. Because it looks so fast, I will go for cheetah.
As I stopped to take photos, the lad got away from me. Lucky him. Now, what is with this steel pole? Steel poles are only found on tram routes, or where trams once ran, but sometimes where tramway electricity had to be carried from one area to another, and that is no doubt why there are steel poles lining the road, carrying the electric to the route 11 tram wires perhaps.
Here we go, about to enter the trail.
Ugly housing. Are these housing commission?
I doubt these are housing commission but they too are cheap and ugly.
Vegetation Management Works is an easily decipherable code for cutting down or cutting back trees.
Oi, is this path on public land or not? I like the way the Brits are very protective of their public land and rights of way.
Ah, something gold and glittery in the distance.
The Brunswick Velodrome. Are there any other velodromes remaining?
There'd be a
What is this? It only made sense from another angle. It looks like a piece of concrete has been rolled out. Why didn't I take a photo from the proper angle? Who knows.
I zoomed a bit too much here. In the bushland was a couch and table set up.
I would like public shaming of vandals. Put them in the stocks. Speaking of which, remember that American lad who was punished by being caned in Singapore for vandalism in the 90s? He subsequently committed many minor crimes and had substance abuse issues, once rumoured to be seen working at Universal Studios theme park where he operated a tram ride another working at Caesars Casino and yet another that he had become a Pastor and even another that he had burnt down a cafe and people were killed and he was punished by being hung.
I believe this is a chestnut teal duck.
I am now at the rear of CERES, Centre for Education and Research in Environmental Strategies. You can read about our 2008 visit here.
High road or low road? I took the low road.
It is nice to hear the water jostling over the rocks as well as watching it flow.
That is the high road, not so memorable.
What should we throw at the vandals locked into the stocks? Rotten tomatoes? I could not really read it but it explained a bit about a nearby litter trap in the creek.
The litter trap hoist had its times of operation posted, presumably so the public can witness human wastefulness and littering.
The Merri Creek flooding is a regular event, but in 1974 its waters rose enough to flood houses and factories, which probably should not have been built on the flood plain.
Curious plant breeding.
Still near the litter trap is old rock work. I am not sure why it is there.
The only part of the creek I saw with a formed stone bank.
Mother and her two children getting a dose of nature in a rather lonely spot.
It was once said, give me a lever and I will move the world. I say, give me an arch I will build a bridge over the world and the world won't have to be moved.
JSC? Junior Soccer Club?
Another chestnut teal duck and his less colourful missus. There were ducklings but as I went closer, the ducklings disappeared into some rushes.
The path I am on is not much higher than the creek here, and you can see that quite recently the creek has flooded enough for water to run from the creek onto the path.
Signs of life.
Oh, my feet are getting sore. There's a tram. But it is up there and I am down here. I am quite disoriented as I don't have a clue what the road is or the route number of the tram.
I pressed on.
I think this is a bird box rather than one for possums as the pipe used for the entry is some distance from the tree.
End? No no, the path shouldn't end here. I was forced up onto the streets.
Where on earth am I? St George's Road, North Fitzroy, it seems.
You can tell you are in the inner northern suburbs because they are great activists.
I wonder if these houses would each sell for a million dollars? Probably close to that.
There's the railway line and Rushall Station is close by. I can hear the whistle of a departing train. Under the bridge I went.
I paused at this public art work.
Oh, I have reached a dead end. The train is up on the embankment and the station is so close but I have to backtrack some distance to get across the railway line.
I had only a few minutes to wait for the train and I was quickly back in town. I had forgotten my camera but I did bring along my old camera to size a post bag for it before the camera made its trans Pacific journey to Oregon. I am not unhappy with the quality of the photos using the old camera. I am not so happy with the photos in the new camera. I really must fiddle with it more.