Yesterday afternoon we went for a walk on the High Line. On the west side of Manhattan, it’s an old elevated freight train line that was converted into a public park/walk. (It’s also the setting for the opening scene of Astonishing, “poetic” license to make it work.) It really is the best of the city, squished in between residential buildings, old factories, and office buildings, incorporating the beams and concrete that were already there with plantings, art, and lookout points. In quite a few sections, I mean squished quite literally, there are some buildings where you could reach over and touch the windows. I’ll be honest, I couldn’t walk too far, but even a few blocks’ worth yielded many photos.
under the high line, before we walked up
Squint and see NJ
What is this? Such a cool tree
Ground cover and plantings underneath the walkway.
Maybe not the section for stilettos
I love her, as do many others–poor thing is being kissed by too many.
Several of these along the walkway, made of rebar, just perfect.
If I lived in one of these buildings I’d have barbed wire curtains.
Parking, like everything else in Manhattan, is often vertical.
How the other half (or maybe the other 1%) lives. That rectangle? The frame for a private swimming pool.
The bigger bees never make it up to my terrace, I guess it’s too high, but there were many along the path here.
I’d like to be on one of these boats.
I can’t help but wonder if by the time the plantings are matured, the effects will be ruined because of all the construction being done around it.
Exit by the Chelsea Market.