A park is not exactly where you want to be in a steady drizzle, but I would suggest grabbing a jacket and umbrella (don’t wear Toms like I did) and making the trek over to High Line Park. Very few people were there when good friend Hoffa and I met up to find the place, which was absolutely gorgeous with the fresh rain. Forget the directions on the website, get to 10th Ave and W 30th Street; it’s right above the Equinox in the area and there are stairs somewhere underneath it. I’m pretty sure this is a huge tourist attraction when it’s nice outside, considering we passed a few groups that weren’t too pleased to be rained on. I’m not a fan of rain either (all that rain isn’t going to make me grow anyways, according to my hilarious father), but things change when you’re out with friends, especially one you don’t see often.

 

I’m really not much of a photographer (the four larger pictures he took, on my iPhone nonetheless, proving the theory that the outcome of a photograph really does depend on the person and not the camera), but it was still pretty interesting to watch and help out. When you can walk around the city with someone for hours while it goes from drizzling to a downpour, talking about anything and everything on and off without awkward silences, and learn something in the name of art, there’s absolutely no room for complaining.