In their second year the High Line plantings are coming into their own. No longer tentative, they look rather vibrant and lush. What juxtapositions!
How Piet Oudolf studied texture and color!
And looking over out towards Gaansvort Street (home of the late lamented Florent) we see plants and red brick at the same time.
What fun it is to spy on people from above, just like in the movie theaters of yore with an upstairs and a downstairs.......
Looking west into the yard where they trees await being hoisted aloft onto (rather than into) the park, there are all sorts of bumper sticker words.
All the go lately like EAT PRAY LOVE etc etc and little pebbles with DREAM written on them.
Make of it what you will.......
