Springtime, Bort Meadow, East Bay Regional Park, Oakland

2015

Over the years, I've come to Bort Meadow in the springtime to admire the greening and the flowering trees. The place communicates something intangible . . . a sense of history . . . did the Ohlone people once hunt and fish here . . . before an early Spanish settler planted an orchard?

Malcolm Margolin, local author of The Ohlone Way and East Bay Out provides no definitive record of this quiet place.

So I listen to the meadow and try to communicate not just how it looks, but how it feels.

But my quiet revery is continually interrupted by my pesky companion who demands that I throw the tennis ball . . .  again.

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