The Colours of the High Line

Have I mentioned I love the High Line in New York?

Because I do. I can’t get enough of it, this Emerald Road to nowhere, floating like an ersatz Garden of Eden above the post-industrial landscape of Chelsea and the Meat-packing District.

Every time I’m back in New York, I undertake a pilgrimage, of sorts, to the High Line. This time was no different.

Two weeks ago, a couple of days after the freak snowstorm that hit the American Northeast, I took a walk down the High Line, to survey the damage. There wasn’t much, really. As a matter of fact, amidst swathes of flattened prairie grass and lingering patches of snow, Fall colours had arrived, as if nothing ever happened.

I present these colours here, as a contemplation on life amidst loss, and as a kind of idyll / interlude in between more serious musings…

A Tapestry of Fall Colours








About Kennie Ting

I am a wandering cityophile and pattern-finder who is pathologically incapable of staying in one place for any long period of time. When I do, I see the place from different perspectives, obsessive-compulsively.
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