by Annik LaFarge
on September 9, 2009
Days pass with no action and suddenly there is a large truck on the Highline. How did it get there? Why do I have to go to meetings?
The truck gives way to yet another machine, but before these fellows arrived on the scene a worker made a huge amount of noise with a leaf blower. Perhaps he was drying out the concrete? I had to move to the bedroom in order to take a business call. This blue machine appears to be a precise instrument that does what??
And then, most amazing of all, the men change outfits and re-emerge in Hasmat suits to paint the Highline yellow.
The smell is so awful and sickening that I am forced to close every window in the apartment (7 face the Highline) and turn on the air conditioning. Finally I move (again) to the bedroom. What is this paint and why does it smell so deadly?
But it certainly does the trick. The Highline is now yellow.
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by Annik LaFarge
on August 28, 2009
We begin on a rainy August day, 8/28, with a group of men in hardhats preparing the bed of the glorious walkway we’ll all enjoy later in 2010. It looks like they’re running some sort of a drainage pipe along the concrete floor.
Soon there are more men: guys carrying large wooden beams across the wire-meshed underfloor that will soon be covered in freshly-poured concrete. A fellow in a pretty nifty full-length anorak stands in the concrete toward the northern end. I bet that guy jumped in puddles as a kid.
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by Annik LaFarge
on August 28, 2009
Before long the concrete has been poured and the smoothing-out process begins. I missed the pouring -– must’ve been at a meeting — but our block was filled with huge trucks and machines and a gigantic giraffe-like contraption that apparently sucked the concrete up to High Line and poured it down for the men who were waiting.
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