the New York City High Line, at last

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Our son's move to New York City has opened many doors for us. "We're coming," we'll say, and he'll have ideas. Steer us to new places, make sure we're never lost when we emerge from subway stations, get us to the Chelsea Market, which I hadn't realized I'd been missing all my life.

This past weekend, among many other things, our son introduced us to the High Line, a walk I've wanted to take since this 1.5 mile stretch of former railroad tracks was reinvented as an urban escape. Weaving over rail yards, through the shadows of rising towers and old churches (or at least one old church), beneath the branches of soon-to-be-blooming trees, and beside bold art, this was my kind of slice of urban paradise.

Pedestrians—and the industrial past—are being honored in cities across the country. I'm dismayed by so much that is part of our right now.

But this delights me.


bermudaonion said...

I love the High Line!

Lori Johnstone said...

That looks lovely! Happy that you see the beautiful things all around you. Sometimes they are overlooked by the hustle and bustle of this life.

Victoria Marie Lees said...

I always love your photography, the angle, the mise-en-scene, the color. Bravo to your son to be living on his own in a bustling city. I don't think I even have confidence enough for that. I'm still hoping for my oldest daughter to be able to accomplish living on her own, although I am so proud of all she has accomplished. I love walking around new places. Most times they are in nature, but a city can be very exciting.

Cynthia Pittmann said...

Oh I enjoyed this walk so much! Love the photos!

Mari Reads said...

Love the High Line. Such a beautiful serene place in the middle of such a busy city. We bought popsicles from a vender and walked it in the summer. It was lovely.

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