As soon as the weather got nice like it did this weekend, I went back to
The High Line, the convergence of New York City's industrial past and its disappearing wildnerness, where an out-of-commission elevated railway is embraced for its newly feral nature and turned into a city park.
Signs of spring - little bits of green peeking out from bushels of brown - intermingle with the clumps of snow, reminding us: it is still very much winter.
More photos of The High Line available
here (at night) and
here (at the Magic Hour).
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