My friends, Olga and Claudia had never been to the High Line; that wonderful urban elevated park that runs above the old Meat Packing district. On this past Saturday, we met at the entrance to the park on 34th Street between 11th & 12th Avenues to begin their experience of this new New York treasure.
Before I met them though, I got to enjoy another “new” New York experience; riding the # 7 train all the way to 34th Street and 11th Avenue; just a short walk to the High Line and the Jacob Javitz Center. For New Yorkers, this new extension of the #7 is a big deal! This is the first completely new station in the New York City Subway system since 1989 which, opened to the public this September. Before, the # 7 only went as far as Times Square and 42nd Street so, if you wanted to get to the High Line, or the Javitz Center or the Hudson River you had to either take a cross town bus, a cab or hoof it.
I made sure that I got to the station an hour before I had to meet my buddies so, I could spend time wandering around inside. This was the newest, shiniest, CLEANEST, roomiest subway station that I’ve ever been in and because it is so new it was completely empty between trains. I had a ball walking around taking abstract shots of the stairwells, escalators and cavern like exits all in gleaming stainless steel. The ceiling at the 34th Street and Hudson Boulevard station has a beautiful brightly colored oval mosaic inlay by artist Xenobia Bailey and the exit/entrance is covered by a turtle shell shaped glass canopy.
Mean while, back at the High Line…..
We had an unseasonably cold Autumn day and the winds off the river reddened our cheeks as we walked above it all admiring the great views of the river, New Jersey and the Palisades with a dramatic sky of white and grey clouds. Fall descended on the plants and flowers of the High Line gardens, and through the throngs of visitors I managed to capture some bright red and deep orange colors in the leaves and plants. The tall green grasses of summer are now a mellow yellow and golden brown and were a challenge to photograph as they billowed in the wind. We walked the full length of the park and then descended at Ganesvoort Street and made our way to the Chelsea Market. We enjoyed a late brunch there, and then spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the market poking around in the many artisanal food shops where we purchased crusty rustic bread, rich firm cheeses and fragrant olive oil.
If you get a chance, hop on the # 7 and enjoy the ride to the far West Side.