The grassy, seedy stage of pre-fall, and late-late summer (for regular late summer see that link).
The liatris buds of early July have morphed to seedheads.
Towers continue to rise as development rides on the coat tails of the High Line's success (and plain old real estate-ravenous New York City market forces), hemming in the High Line's previously fully-exposed planting schemes.
You can see the Frenchman's place of work way in the background. I'm not thrilled that he goes there every day, it's way too high profile. Or maybe that's a good thing. Now.
Off-the-grid living appeals more and more. Off-the-grid, apart from super-fast Internet, of course.
Cue cacophonous hyenas.
But back to the High Line. If you are in town, at such a time, do not miss the High Line under a blanket of snow. No crowds, and spookily beautiful.