
And what a fascinating setting for a story. I mean, how can you not love a place with a history that documents the last freight carried:
1980-The last train runs on the High Line pulling three carloads of frozen turkeys.
Little boys especially, and maybe a few big ones, were captivated by the chaises on wheels. "Look, Mom, tinkertoys!"
Although not completely evident in this rain-soaked photo, the wheels did have a tinkertoy-ish look.

I can't wait to go back on a dryer day, take up residence on a comfy chaise and open my notebook. What a great place to write and to read.
The summer wildflowers have almost ended, but there will be more next summer. After all, who would dare tamper with the blossoms after reading the signs?

1 comment:
Thanks for the link to the High Line. I had no idea what it was.
All I have to say is, that is so cool!
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