High Line (New York City)
Coordinates: 40°44.9′N 74°0.3′W / 40.7483°N 74.005°W / 40.7483; -74.005
| High Line Park | |
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The High Line at 20th Street, looking downtown, an aerial greenway. The vegetation was chosen to pay homage to the wild plants that had colonized the abandoned railway before it was repurposed. |
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| Type | elevated urban linear park |
| Location | Manhattan, New York City |
| Area | 1 mile (1.6 km) open of 1.45-mile (2.33 km) planned total |
| Created | 2009 (2009) |
| Operated by | New York City Department of Parks and Recreation |
| Status | Open, and expansion under construction. |
| Website | http://www.thehighline.org/ |
The High Line is a 1-mile (1.6 km) New York City linear park built on a 1.45-mile (2.33 km) section of the former elevated New York Central Railroad spur called the West Side Line, which runs along the lower west side of Manhattan; it has been redesigned and planted as an aerial greenway. The High Line Park currently runs from Gansevoort Street, three blocks below West 14th Street, in the Meatpacking District, up to 30th Street, through the neighborhood of Chelsea to the West Side Yard, near the Javits Convention Center.
The recycling of the railway into an urban park has spurred real estate development in the neighborhoods which lie along the line.
Read more about High Line (New York City): History Before The Park, Redevelopment, Description, Impact, Museum Site, In Popular Culture
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