Whats Up?!
by admin - July 25th, 2011The High Line is up! Trains on this mile and a half length of elevated railroad have given way to breezy planting, giving every New Yorker a slice of roof top living. The line was originally opened in 1934 to remove freight trains from the roads (there were that many accidents between freight trains and traffic that Tenth Avenue was known as Death Avenue).
However by the 1950s rail freight went into decline and by 1980 the high line ceased to run trains. It’s a shame though when you think about it; the high line meant that goods could be delivered to building after building without causing street level traffic or congestion. Something that would no doubt be most welcome in today’s city hubbub.
In 1999 a not for profit organisation called Friends of the High Line pushed for preservation of the elevated railway and ensured its use a city park.
Being of a horticultural ilk and finding myself in Manhattan with some Australian friends we decided to head along and see it for ourselves. After breakfast at Pastis we headed to the start at Gansevoort street and climbed the industrial staircase to horticultural heaven.
Clever benches seemingly suspended in mid air invited us to sit among the prairie plants (Piet Oudolf designed the scheme) and all along the line there was opportunity to buy coffee from the bang on trend pop up barristas.
A water feature allows you to paddle your way across the asphalt or sit and dip your toe -welcome in the heat of the day. My friends wait patiently while I take photograph after photograph and I see them thinking “does he really need another photograph of that plant.” I hurry up a bit and catch them reclining on wooden day beds. It is as hot as hades, despite being so early and we are in the cooling shadow of a building. The line zig zags a little and there is an ongoing sense of more to discover. A huge lawn or a wall of climbers (broad beans)and a golden swathe of yarrow (achillea millefolium) assault the senses.
Echinacea (both white and pink) are flowering their socks off and stipa tenuissima rolls all over the place as only it can. we are lucky enough to be here just after the opening of the second section and yet more plants that I have never seen before are unfurling in the morning light. Spent allium heads are tissue paper sculpture amongst the plants of now and there is not a weed in sight.
Maintenance is apparent and the gardeners have the coolest tricycles to speed along along on, panniers laden with tools. I like the fact that we can see people at work amongst the garden. It gives a sense of reality. It reminds us that it is an organic world sat on an industrial structure that needs a tweak every now and then. I want to work here. or at least ride along on the trikes!







































