Saturday, July 11, 2009
So far I've been to the Highline twice, once on a rainy and once on a sunny. It's a park created out of an elevated abandoned freight line. In the olden days when I was a child, shipping used to be unloaded from giant ships on the Hudson, stored across the street in giant warehouses, then loaded onto giant freight trains going to final destinations in tiny towns. The trains rode right into the warehouses on tracks above the city streets.
The new park is spare and lovely. There are greeters to answer questions, benches with views and little food carts. It catches a nice breeze and sports some spectacular artistic features. My favorite is the amphitheater of traffic watching. In this context even the pigeons look beautiful.