ABSTRACT
Recently I was walking in High Line Park, newly built on an elevated rail track that runs over a part of the meat packing district in lower Manhattan. Suddenly I came upon a little amphitheatre in the air, two stories above the ground, with a huge picture window where the stage should be, looking down on Tenth Avenue. Now Tenth Avenue is a nondescript street, with few stores, few pedestrians, and uninteresting vehicular traffic. But framed in this huge window and from this aerial perspective, it took on an interest and meaning such that several dozen people were crammed into the amphitheatre, just staring out of the window at something that ordinarily would never have drawn their attention. My first thought was how wonderful it must be to be a creative architect!
