The train viaducts seem rather random now that they are disused. They sit on a stretch of the Isle of Dogs, and seem to be a forgotten piece of history that hasn’t been torn down yet.
I am rather glad they haven’t been torn down. I was drawn to the texture of the viaduct was highlighted by the midday sun. The black & white images give a sense of the tactile essence of the brick structure.
What really caught my eye was the space cutting down the centre of the supports holding up the viaduct. They give a sense of infinity to a very solid structure.