The Lowline- Imagining an Underground Park

Visiting the two Brooklyn Parks and learning of many parks around the city reminded me of a proposed underground park for the East side of Manhattan titled the Lowline.

The idea of the park was born out of an interest in re-appropriating public space, specifically the abandoned Williamsburg Bridge Trolley Terminal spanning 1 acre underground. The architecture firm Raad Studio began designing technology to make sun light available below ground. In the last few years they have created and exhibited these designs in the Lower East Side. Within the next couple of years the firm aims to negotiate with the MTA and city to build the Lowline.

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The New Yorker wrote an article about the proposed park-  http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/meet-the-lowline

The Lowline website also provides more visuals and information about the project- http://www.thelowline.org/about/project/

 

Camperdown Elm

Camperdown Elm                                Marianne Moore

After our trip to Prospect Park, I became curious about the poem that inspired park goers to advocate for and, ultimately, save the Camperdown Elm. Thought I might share the poem below:

The Camperdown Elm

I think, in connection with this weeping elm,
of “Kindred Spirits” at the edge of a rockledge
overlooking a stream:
Thanatopsis-invoking tree-loving Bryant
conversing with Thomas Cole
in Asher Durand’s painting of them
under the filigree of an elm overhead.
No doubt they had seen other trees—lindens,
maples and sycamores, oaks and the Paris
street-tree, the horse-chestnut; but imagine
their rapture, had they come on the Camperdown elm’s
massiveness and “the intricate pattern of its branches,”
arching high, curving low, in its mist of fine twigs.
The Bartlett tree-cavity specialist saw it
and thrust his arm the whole length of the hollowness
of its torso and there were six small cavities also.
Props are needed and tree-food. It is still leafing;
still there. Mortal though. We must save it. It is
our crowning curio.
— Marianne Moore