I spent a good part of the day Thursday at The High Line in New York City. It is one of my favorite places on earth. It overstimulates and relaxes me at the same time. It is one of the greatest juxtapositions of urban and meadow I’ve ever seen. It was designed by Piet Oudolf.
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I won’t carry on too much today because I’ve written about The High Line in the recent past and you can and should check out those posts before proceeding any further.
You can read about my inaugural visit here:
And then dive into greater detail with my visit last year, broken down into 3 separate posts because, well, the subject matter justifies it:
The High Line runs roughly 20 city blocks and I walked it end to end at least three times.
The first time without taking a single photo, just a chance to enjoy the stroll, enjoy the day off from work and to just watch. Watch people, plants and the chaos of Manhattan down below.
The second time through was all about capturing photos of the plants against the city backdrop.
The third time was the slowest jaunt of all as I imagined the thought process behind the plant design/layout when it was originally constructed. This was my favorite walk of the day.
If you didn’t check out my prior posts above just know I am going to post pics here without much context. Just a series of pics I like and feel happy sharing.
But before I do that, I feel the need to also share with you, five things I learned about myself while traversing this abandoned railroad in the sky.
- I’m old and have no sense of what is fashionable for men today. Yes, I was in New York City, the fashion mecca of the world, but still, I saw more short shorts on men and more man thigh than necessary. One day they’ll look back and laugh.
- I love the extremes of the city and the country. The loud noise and chaos doesn’t faze me but there is something about the deafening silence at night in my little rural part of New Jersey that makes me smile.
- My own garden mirrors the style of the High Line more and more each year. Let me rephrase that: my garden wishes to be even 5% of the awesomeness of The High Line.
- I want to quit my day job and work maintenance on The High Line. The beating down of the summer sun would not phase me one bit. I’d even give tours as well. This place is in my blood.
- I need to visit here four times per year: April, June, October and January. I need to feel the vibe of all four seasons.
And on to the photos:
QOTD: Tell me about your favorite public garden.