Though I've been up on the High Line many times already, every trip until today had been south to north from Gansevoort St. But this afternoon, we entered at 14th and walked south, after a brief jaunt north to 17th. It was on the way back we spotted this view of the Statue of Liberty.
Pick any road in Big Sky Country and turn your gaze to either side and you can't help but marvel at the roadside scenery.
I wondered what native young men thought of their Montana, what they'd thought in 1870, what the old men felt in it, and all the lovely women hidden. -- Jack Kerouac, Esquire magazine, published March 1970
Though I'd packed it for the trip, I stupidly forgot to bring my mini tripod for our day at Acadia National Park. When we reached the top of Gorham Mountain, there weren't any other hikers to take our picture. So I found a knee-high rock, set the facial-recognition timer and stood next to Casey. Voila!
How could the patient pine have known
The morning breeze would come,
Or humble flowers anticipate
The insect's noonday hum,-
from "The Inward Morning," Henry David Thoreau
