The High Line, NYC

I have been looking forward to experiencing the High Line Park for a long time now. It's really, truly, amazing.  

How to describe it? Like nothing I have ever seen.  The High Line's website describes it succinctly. "The High Line is a public park built on a historic freight rail line elevated above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side."   

For many years these rail lines were a complete eye sore and the surrounding area was run down and bleak.  Now it's a thriving neighborhood where everyone wants to be, as witnessed by the hum of construction everywhere.

Art is intermingled throughout in the form of murals on adjoining buildings, as well as a curated selection of sculptures that are placed within the gardens.  

Honestly, I didn't like or understand most of the sculptural works that were selected; big blobs of clay that looked like something's innards, hubcaps on pedestals with messages in them. Huh.  I am sure they have some esoteric meaning to life, but I felt like they were actually a distraction.  To my surprise, I overheard many of the NYC residents having a similar experience.    

      

The plant materials are intriguing to me, so I spent much time examining foliage and comparing what native cousins to these live in Colorado.  I guess I am entering into plant nerd territory.

 

This is the day I will remember most of our time in NYC.