Earlier this summer, John and I spent the afternoon on the High Line. We started at the northern end and slowly made our way along the High Line to West Village. It’s pretty touristy and crowded on weekends, but if you’re not in a hurry, it’s a decent walk. I’ve visited the High Line over and over again. During different seasons and at different times of the day. There’s always one thing or another that intrigues me on each visit. This time around, it was all the textures. The walkways, the surrounding buildings, the plants and foliage. The juxtaposition of hard and soft, natural and man made. When our poor feet were tired, we stopped for Terroir on the Porch for some wine. The tables were a bit crowded, but they had a decent wine selection and good views.