On Mother’s Day, 6th March (UK date), I walked the High Line in New York with my daughter. Snow still covered any greenery, the wind was icy and the sky was girder grey. The High Line is an elevated section of the former New York City railroad. It started near our hotel, The Jane, a former sailors on shore stop off joint, and runs for around a mile and a half. You can join on any cross street via staircase or lift.
Here are a selection of my photos from that walk, celebrating the subtle urban beauty, the sculptures and art, the graffiti, the views, the wintery monochrome grandeur of the city. The red, mustard and mauve berries are still on the branches but looking more closely, paying attention to the plants, there were also signs of new life. By Wednesday, spring had started, with temperatures in the 70s. New York buzzed with vernal horniness. But on Sunday you would never have guessed that this was just around the corner.