Lennox Bridge Lament

Graffiti is defined as words or drawings scribbled or sprayed on walls and the like. The verbs in the definition suggest that speed is an obvious characteristic of this anti-social practice. Let’s face it, you don’t want to get caught performing an act that deliberately defaces property that is not your own to do with as you wish.

The other day I drove down to Emu Plains via Mitchell’s Pass. A picturesque, bushland descent that can momentarily transport you back many years, it necessitates the crossing of Lennox Bridge. This bridge is the oldest, surviving bridge on the Australian mainland. As I drove across this sandstone, horse-shoe shaped bridge, I saw blue painted graffiti scrawled along both walls of the deck. I returned the same day and photographed this vandalism. I did consider for a couple of days whether to post pictures and further popularise this senseless act. Unfortunately, vandalism has been a part of the bridge’s history. It’s isolated position makes it an easy target.

I have spent many happy times at Lennox Bridge. It’s a special place. Over the years I have also enjoyed taking school students on many excusions there. I have photographed the bridge, drawn it, written a short history and also a song about it.Graffiti is often considered to be a clandestine, anonymous act. However, the “tags” left on the bridge do suggest elements of vanity. This year will see Lennox Bridge turn 175 years old. Surely it deserves better treatment than this.

More Bubbles Please!

I’m so thrilled that my little granddaughter, Eloise, loves music as I do. She loves The Wiggles and Dan Zanes. As a result the two of us are collaborating on some children’s songs of our own.

Here’s an example. On a couple of visits to the Blue Mountains Eloise has had some fun times blowing soap bubbles.

MORE BUBBLES PLEASE

More bubbles, please
Blow them, blow
Did you see that one?
Look at it go.

I’ll try to catch it
Blow, blow again
Small ones and big ones
Falling like rain.

Some float away
Others disappear
Some land on my head
Or pop in my ear.

More bubbles please
Just one more time
I’ll catch a tiny one
And make it mine.

© E. Durrant and J. Low – March 2007