Hidden art and half-finished messages beneath the railway bridge at Higgins & Main
It’s easy to miss if you’re just driving by, but under the railway bridge near Higgins and Main, the walls are alive. Every time we’re there, it feels different — tags overlapping, old pieces flaking off, new ones scrawled fresh in the night. The sound of cars overhead blends with the spray of paint cans, even if you can’t actually hear them. We always stop here, cameras out, catching what’s changed since the last time.
The bridge feels like a sketchbook no one’s guarding. Some of the graffiti is messy, almost like arguments written in colour — someone tags over another person’s work, someone else slaps up a sticker, then another layer appears a week later. It’s not polished, but that’s what makes it interesting. You can stand there and trace years’ worth of paint built up on the same few feet of wall, like reading a story that keeps getting rewritten.
We like to think of it as one of the few places in the city where the art never stays still. We’ve got folders full of photos from that bridge alone, each one catching a moment before it disappears under the next round of spray paint. You never see the same wall twice.