In late October I was fortunate to join Michael Gordon for a walk on the High Line. He planned to come to New York for a lecture by Gilles Clement, which I intended to go to too, so we arranged to meet. We had the opportunity to talk about the changes in the High Line since its opening, and to observe how the plantings have developed over those years. (See the photos below because I’ll be silent on that matter.)
This is the garden at its most theatrical. High drama, indeed.
A light rain last night left a morning fog and full sun. The saturated foliage, wet now, almost ready for dissolution, caught the light, making the plants appear to glow against the vague, foggy background.
The first light frosts are bringing this growing season to its end. Some grasses have long ago turned to shades of orange, brown, gold and yellow; others are still green. The big perennials–Silphium, Inula, Rudbeckia maxima, Vernonia, Joe Pye Weed–are now becoming sculpture; their dark, leaden-brown structures will last through most of winter.