Many New Yorkers, having not seen their shadows in over a month, left their respective burrows/boroughs yesterday to investigate the phenomenon of the sun. More than that, it was the rare climatological phenomenon of the appearance of the sun along with the emergence of temperatures above freezing. Instead of watching the snow pile up, as has been the custom for two months, the snow actually started to melt away.
New Yorkers who live in Chelsea and the Village, together with the far-flung residents and visitors who flock to these areas for the mandatory meal known as brunch, gravitated to the High Line. This high perch afforded excellent views of the melting snow, the skaters at The Standard Hotel's small rink, the skylines of Jersey City and midtown Manhattan, and importantly, a big blue and party cloudy sky. Lounging in their winter coats on the wooden park recliners, the assembled group looked like well-dressed refugees on an icy voyage to an uncertain port o'call.
The High Line is a smart place for the 21st century flâneur set to walk off brunch - along a repurposed rail line that once upon a time delivered milk, meat, and produce but that now offers an advantageous spot for people-watching in the warm afternoon sun.
Images by Walking Off the Big Apple from Sunday, February 6, 2011, with the iPhone 4.
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