I’ve admired you from afar, and I knew I’d fall in love as soon as we made contact.
You have the space in your heart to embrace 2.1 million books with the capacity to carry 3 million more.
We stop to speak to John. He’s been your loyal guardian for the past 41 years. Most of us stay for few years at best. How did he know to grow his professional roots here?
“If I didn’t work here, I’d spend all my free time here.”
Wise words of a happy working professional at the New York Public Library.
I bring a friend to the Highline. I’m a bad tourist for not venturing out and seeing the sights.
Another welcome spring day in the city. Office warriors. Construction workers. They’re enjoying their lunch up here.
Unfinished stage takes shape with the help of a young man sanding, cutting and adding more plywood. A young lady paints a row of hand-carved wooden fence with Prussian blue.
We walk by the same building. It’s only been few days but another display has been added to ‘poking fun at the 45th president’ collection.
Isn’t it amazing how things change within a matter of few days?
I see things today that I hadn’t before.
Hey, what’s this? A set of tables in front of a retrofitted container. A man with long hair is on his laptop. We wonder if he’s serving food.
It’s Russell’s first year on the Highline. He works on projects. This gig from April to October. Afterwards? He’s not sure. He’s broken free from the rat race.
He’s having a friends and family opening on Friday. We invite ourselves. He doesn’t object.
I give him a High Five.
The contact is 100%. It’s just the right pressure. It feels good.
Best High Five ever!