Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Stars of the HighLine

Saturday:  My first day in Philadelphia.

I took a trip to New York.

Carl was busy getting the gallery space ready with the rest of the program participants and I needed to see my cousins while I was close to their neck of the woods.  So after 2 full days of driving, I hopped on the Megabus and headed to New York to visit my cousins Anna and Sara.

Unfortunately, traffic made the trip 3 hrs instead of 2.  
But I was rewarded for my patience when I stepped off the bus to see a real-life model being photographed!
Anna met me at the bus and we navigated around the city to meet Sara.  The original restaurant at which we were going to eat made Sara feel weird so we opted for a different atmosphere.

If you think you are seeing an Airstream in that window, you are correct.

The bar and kitchen were located in the side of a cut-away airstream trailer.  Awesome.
Also, apparently the uniform for the men at this cafe was jeans and a plaid button-down.  We were in Chelsea, after all.

Sara and her pancake, egg, bacon, and white toast.

Anna and her veggie burger and sweet potato fries.

Sara, Me, and my french toast with Raspberry Rhubarb sauce and Lemon butter and maple syrup.

Now for a story:

Once upon a time, the High Line was a freight train track that ran above the streets of Manhattan's West Side.  Over the years it was abandoned and fell in to disrepair.  Community residents took the High Line's fate into their own hands and funded a project to preserve the mile-long strip.  Since 1999, the rail has undergone an amazing transformation from demolition project to a beautiful community centerpiece.  Pretty much the High Line is a really neat park.

This is a Sister's Blog after all.

An example of how the original rail is preserved amongst the foliage.

Sara, Me and the City
The greatest part of the High Line would probably be the people watching.  Of course, that is one of the best parts of visiting New York in general.  Anyway, it seemed that many people used the High Line kind of like their own back yard.  Not really a big surprise when there are apartments literally built OVER the line and along the sides.   The line has reclining benches along many sides to you can relax in the sunshine.  So we saw folks with their kids or friends just playing, chatting, even doing homework.  And then we saw this lady:

No, she is not naked.  She does have a skimpy bikini on.  Yes, that does appear to be a brown paper bag on her head.   
It was hard not to stare.  
But we are models.  
So I took a secret sneaky shot instead.

Sometimes, walking the line was like walking in the jungle.

We found a little amphitheatre of sorts to sit and chat on.  While we were there, people kept snapping pictures of the stairs we sat upon.  Naturally, we photo-bombed all their photos and even videos. As Anna put it, "We are the stars of the High Line."

We looked up and suddenly saw sky-writing planes!  This is the most I got from the message:
"The Black Keys"
Great band, but the rest of the message was indecipherable.  Bummer.

You can count on us to
Walk the Line like Models.

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