...the high line

Today is one of those dark rainy days--the perfect day to reflect on life and check things off my to-do list.

I strolled the High Line along the West Side of NYC the other day and as I put these pictures up I feel such an enormous sense of gratitude for my life. I feel so completely blessed to be able to live so close to a city that is constantly bubbling over with passion and excitement and always evolving in its art and culture. But to also be so closely connected with the other "cities that never sleep" like Tokyo, Bangkok, and London is just so humbling. This world is so exciting and to both watch and be a part of all the movement is inspiring. 

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the High Line, it is a convert freight train road that runs up the West Side of NYC. It now serves as a sort of urban garden where people can stroll above the streets and through buildings with the NYC skyline surrounding you on one side and the Hudson River on the other. The first section opened a couple years ago but the section section just opened up last month. There are several benches to sit and lay down on (and in some cases water artfully running along the side for people to stick their feet in), shaved ice stations, food and drink trucks, lots of flowers and grass, and the occasional art installation. You're never short of families and couples and taking pictures either (...and I was one of them...).