The High Line

The High Line is a park created from disused freight-rail infrastructure on the west side of Manhattan, New York City. Massive iron columns and girders that once buttressed boxcars laden with meat carcasses, commodities, and goods for the city’s residents now support a park-walkway.  It delivers other essentials—nature, art, and space for people to play, relax, and hear their own, perhaps faint inner music that rises in chorus with wild nature.

Having read different accounts of this urban reclamation project and its role in bringing nature back into the city, I was eager to experience it on a recent trip. Early on a weekend morning (to avoid crowds), I left behind cars and curbs on the cobble-stoned streets of the city’s meatpacking district, and climbed the stairs onto this elevated park.

Natural Design

Ascending to the park actually feels like crossing the threshold of a sacred space. People’s demeanors shift noticeably as if they are entering a holy place. The High Line’s space is for nature, suddenly front and center amidst an urban backdrop. Blooms, leaves, shrubs, short trees, and big tufts of grass meet the eye, tumbling around a central boardwalk and interspersed throughout preserved stretches of rail track.

The encounter with nature is immediately, sensuously, felt on the skin, eyes, and ears. There’s a palpable transformation of people’s body language, physical ease, and attention. Children start being free and slightly giddy, reaching over the roped off sides to touch plants and graze flowers. Adults relax. The breathing shifts. Tones are gentler. Smile creases form quicker.

Dogwood and redbud blossoms in the spring along Manhattan's High Line.

Dogwood and redbud blossoms in the spring along Manhattan’s High Line.

The lushness and density of plants is astonishing against the rectilinear outlines and edges of buildings. These are no suburban flower beds zoned into neat, manicured plots, yet it’s obvious to any gardener that the planting is designed and intentional. The effect appears as if to simulate nature’s simultaneous chaos and inherent order.

A free form planting design used along the disused track beds of the High Line

A free form planting design used along the disused track beds of the High Line

Overlooking the street

Overlooking the street

A Valley of Skyscrapers

This long, verdant ‘valley’ suspended between the city’s alternating mammoth modern steel towers and historic brick high-rise buildings, sets off the high-elevation existence of the city’s residents.

Prime real estate with views looking out over a section of Manhattan's High Line

Prime real estate with views looking out over a section of Manhattan’s High Line

Large picture windows, from what is now prime real estate, look out over park views. (I spotted signs with prices in the millions of dollars posted on buildings.) Soft, green textures fill the space where gritty, smoky trains once plied. From the park itself, the surrounding buildings seem like cliff-faces.

You can pause, peer down narrow canyons of building walls, and try to wrap your mind around the seemingly impossible feats of jigsaw city planning.

Deep canyons formed by building walls lead away from the High Line

Deep canyons formed by building walls lead away from the High Line

The elevated park corridor provides a reflective vantage for the historian and the architect also. The facades of worn, brick tenement buildings framed with metal grate fire-escapes and ladders hearken back to long-ago residents living in cramped quarters (circumstances, which despite the passage of time, haven’t changed much for today’s residents).

Gritty historical building facades

Gritty historical building facades

A behemoth, bulging, steel-gilded Gehry building looms large along one section. Workers suspended hundreds of feet above working on welding and construction conjure images of black-and-white films and photos of New York’s steel workers suspended on beams and cranes.

Tickled by Art

The backs of buildings wall in much of the lengthy park (as they do any other edifice in Manhattan). They seem less much claustrophobic and severe though, because they are covered with mural art or playful commentary—an intentional part of the parkway experience.  Art installations and sculptures are set up amidst remnants of track rails, trestles, and the greenscaping .

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Whimsical pops of colorful art along the walking path

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One of a series of graffiti-inspired sculpture using metal rebar by Mexican artist Damian Ortega (b. 1967) which superimposes handmade writings onto the landscape.

The art mirrors both the garden itself and aspects of city life—telling a story; making the walker muse on everyday, lived experience with new perspective; elevating and simultaneously denigrating the city’s influence. I was particularly struck by the metal rebar-crafted graffiti by Mexican artist Damiàn Ortega, which, when viewed against the walls nearby, could easily be mistaken for actual spray paint scrawls.

The Street as objectified theater as seen from the remove of the High Line. Advertizing adjacent to the park uses apropos word play .

The Street as objectified theater as seen from the remove of the High Line. Advertizing adjacent to the park uses apropos word play .

In an installation along one section, a series of wooden benches slope down in amphitheater arrangement to a big window overlooking the street below. The street below is effectively the stage. The benches are a unique vantage point on the pageantry of the New York city street, its flow of cars, bicycles, faces, and movement. By elevated remove and theatrical staging, the walker has a counterpoint to the beats and rhythm of busy city life.

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Children playing along architectural features reminiscent of train tracks along the High Line

In another section, children race around on whimsically-arranged blocks reminiscent of the mechanical infrastructure of train yards. I watch as they disappear into a cage built beneath the walkway and pop up into a pod that resembles manholes used by utility workers servicing drains and tunnels. They happily pose for parental cell phone pictures.

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Children explore and play along the High Line

The End of the Line

After its trajectory through the city’s canyons, the High Line snakes into an area where unbroken views suddenly open up, and the Hudson River appears. Light shines differently in the open skies reflected off the grey, choppy water. Ferries bounce along in the foreground and ships move by slow inches in the distance.

End of the Line

End of the Line

Both literally, and ironically, the High Line seems to end above the ‘end of the line’: a massive depot for subway cars, metal parts, and unused machinery. Scores of subway cars sit here, perhaps awaiting service. An aerial view of the subterranean system’s innards. Looking back towards the city, narrow sky scrapers soar into the mist behind the yard and cranes are still busy.

I reflect, at this end point, on the Herculean toil of arriving here.  The energy it must have taken from countless citizens who worked in committees, held endless discussion meetings, and tugged away at the city bureaucracy is remarkable. (The park was created by a partnership between the New York City Department of Parks and motley groups of citizens who banded together under the organization “Friends of the High Line.”) Familiar as I am with bureaucracy, I get a hint of a headache while contemplating the time consuming process of drafting and rewriting proposals, securing engineering plans, reading the fine-print of contracts, negotiating budgets, fine-tuning designs, making compromises, going on faith, asking for approvals, and waiting for elusive signatures.

Signage about the development of the High Line

Signage about the development of the High Line

I gaze across at the Hudson River’s powerful flow. How does a trickle in the Adirondacks grow into a million-gallon per minute flow? How is the rusting hulk of a disused rail line transformed into this exquisitely designed corridor of nature—now an international showpiece? Tireless momentum and the collective imagination of many individuals combined.

The Human Transformation

I linger on the High Line, preferring the vantage of the suspended walkway, fluttering leaves, and playful people and art to the hurry-scurry streets.  I stop at a little cart to buy a refreshment.  In keeping with the highly curated park experience, it is no mass-manufactured, high-fructose corn syrup concoction with a too-long shelf life.  Instead I buy a locally-produced, iced lollypop, with eclectic Mexican-influenced hibiscus-and-chili flavor. It’s delicious.

On my return, I stop and take pictures. Delicate, pointy, spring wildflowers called ‘shooting star’ are bobbing in the breeze. The dogwood trees offer happy, white-tongued blossoms on outstretched arms, and the redbud’s purple clusters are turning into leaves. Purple phlox creep over the iron tracks.

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Shooting star

A healthy upright clump of pink flowers catches my eye, and has me racking my brain for appropriate nomenclature: it’s a sage flower, salvia eveline. The plants seem all the more delicate juxtaposed against the hard glass, steel, and brick-walled backdrop of the city.

Tufts of phlox bloom along the High Line

Tufts of phlox bloom along the High Line

Like me, a six or seven-year child is wielding a cell phone, as his mother looks on indulgently but half-expecting a calamitous phone drop. In the bushes, a bird is rustling about, and calls insistently. Maybe its scolding its young, or singing with glee at the seeds it’s found. It’s magical and it has caught the imagination of the child who, if a New Yorker, likely spends few minutes in a day immersed in bowers and birdcalls. Peering into the bush he says softly, so as to not scare the bird off, “Mo-om, can I take a picture of the bird?” She encourages him. I smile to myself. It’s entirely pleasing and feels wholesome, this connection the child makes with the song bird.

With nature pushed into the margins of the typical New York child’s daily routine, the High Line gives the child a small interlude in the Web of earthly relationships with non-human beings. The child has—and by extension all of us have—a space to find nature both around and within, at a primal, instinctual level. I feel it inside me, it feels like music; a striking chord change that rings out against the synthesized baseline of a mechanized city.

I’m reminded of David Abram’s words in The Spell of the Sensuous, “…it is all too easy for us to forget our carnal in a more-than-human matrix of sensations and sensibilities.  Our bodies have formed themselves in delicate reciprocity with the manifold textures, sounds, and shapes of an animal earth—our eyes have evolved in subtle interaction with other eyes and our ears are attuned by their very structure to the howling of wolves and the honking of geese.  To shut ourselves off from these other voices…is to rob our own sense of their integrity, and to rob our minds of their coherence.  We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.”

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Spending leisure time in nature: a primary urge and restorative activity of modern, urban humans

Nature’s Primacy

This verdant valley gives us a small but significant space to rediscover our humanity in relationship with nature again. The plants’ frailty also reminds me ironically, of how this muscled megalopolis might rapidly regress, were we not there to tend to its drainage, its power supply, and its needs for constant mechanical maintenance. I’m reminded of the book The World Without Us by Alan Weisman. Written as an exercise of imagination about a scenario where aliens have swept every human being off the planet, the book throws into relief the extent to which human enterprise manages and manipulates our ‘normal’ surroundings. It imaginatively details how a return to ‘nature’ might unfold when humans are suddenly spirited away. One of the book’s case studies of human abandonment is New York City. Weisman vividly describes the rapid onset of subway flooding from groundwater seeping through rocks (failing pump maintenance and power supply). In a matter of weeks building crumble to their steel joints, plants would sprout in unlikely places, and eventually tree roots upturn concrete. Wildlife of various kinds stage a resurgence in the city. The book reminds us that as much as human history seems like a narrative of technological dominance to shield humanity from nature’s powers and vagaries, it is always just there, lurking in the shadows.

A plaque I saw recounting the history of the High Line refers to exactly this. “By 1980, the trains had stopped running. What remained of the High Line, from Gansevoort Street to 34th Street, was slowly taken over by a self-sown landscape, showing the power of nature to conquer even monumental, man-made structures.” An ironic twist indeed, that humans wrested the tracks back from nature to create an intentionally-designed encounter with nature. In this global megacity, emblem of human preeminence of the planet, the High Line is poignant reminder that were we to ever lose our tenuous compact with the planet–tamed through steel, ingenuity, and silicon– nature would be back to reclaim it.

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A quiet bend on the High Line

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