I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Monday, March 21, 2016

Welcome to the working week

Here's some urban poetry for the start of the week -- more pictures from the High Line last weekend.

The High Line is an old set of elevated railway tracks that ran down the west side of Manhattan. They ran directly through the large industrial buildings there, so freight could be easily unloaded. The railroads and the factories left, and the train tracks remained, running overhead in the middle of the block in Chelsea, rusting and long abandoned. They were frequently scheduled for demolition, but there was always something else more urgent to spend the money on.

Several years ago someone had the brilliant idea to turn it into a park. The train tracks are still there, but there are trees and wild grasses and benches to sit on, and it's a very pleasant place to stroll on a sunny morning.

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