High Line Light

The magic hour in New York City is exceptional this time of year.  The moments before the sun sets are prolonged, and the yellows that hit the sides of the buildings reveal my idea of how the city is supposed to feel, all the time.

It's noticeable.  It's a deep breath before night.  You might look up more than you usually do because everything is warmer and more inviting.

I snapped these while walking on the High Line with Sami last week.  Transforming these abandoned elevated railroad tracks into a park space has to be one of the city's best ideas, ever.  It's like a step stool for the teeny humans in the big city. A little boost so we can look this town in the eye.