Wandering Manhattan's elevated High Line railroad in its long-abandoned, grassy state is sort of like trekking through the wild, overgrown forest of a mythic tale. Obstacles, be they dense shrubs or barbed wire, appear at inopportune moments, and unexpected pockets of wonder, like bursts of Queen Anne's lace and graffiti, pepper the journey. Twenty-odd years of disuse created this fanciful world, winding through apartment buildings and over bustling streets 30 feet above Manhattan, from the Jacob K. Javits Center to the... More >>>