Insight Walks
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Emma Prusch Farm Park
Lady and Gent |
How to begin after going dark since the end of April here at Insight Walks? I might begin at the beginning with chickens, or would that be eggs? This handsome hen and rooster pair are a good entryway. I found them scratching for insects in the moist, deep mulch nourishing Emma's plum and apple trees. The hen flung wood chips into her escort's wattles as she dug herself a cool little bowl in the earth. For his part, he stepped lightly around a tree trunk hanging close to her side.
Chickens as well as ducks roam the park fields and field edges freely; they sometimes wander out of the park's fences into adjoining environs such as the Shell car wash at the intersection of King and Story Roads or the #22 Eastridge Bus Stop on King near the park's entrance gates. Everything outside this historical park is rush and bustle. Had Emma Prusch never donated her farm in the 60s to San Joseans to sustain and commemorate a rural county farm atmosphere, there would be another fast food franchise or shopping plaza plopped over these orchard and garden acres without a thought of trees or pollinator gardens or a green place to lie down on a blanket. Art and Life on the Outside Wall of Veggielution Kitchen |
One goat was pregnant and walked around like she had just swallowed down an easy chair. A woman holding her toddler up over the top planks of the animal fences exclaimed in an Asian language (I am not sure which one) with intermittent "Bay-bee!" "Baybee!!" thrown in. We all watched the soon-to-be mother together while a little girl turned furrowing her brow and peering around and between the goats looking for the 'Bay-bee. A lot goes on here, especially in summertime; Browse the Emma Prusch Farm Park Foundation's site for its historical overview and further information on events, programs, and classes.
I listened to a birthday crowd smashing a piñata as I lay on the grass, then walked across the lawns to peer in at all the bounty of the plots in Cornucopia Community Garden: Fat tomatoes, springy basil and glistening tufts of corn silk on ripening ears of corn. I lifted the gate anchor, slipped inside and after taking some camera shots of the burgeoning harvest found myself locked inside the horn of plenty. My mouth watered in front of a tub of crowded basil--
I approached a Mexican family busy harvesting ears of corn and asked if they might let me out. The young man in white sneakers told me the gardens are private and after an uncomfortable silence his father walked me to the gate and spun the combo to let me out. He asked me about my pictures and I complimented him on the garden's health.
We began our walk ushered in by chickens and we shall part ways with a glimpse at the elegant simplicity of corn silk mingled in sunlight--
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Coyote Ridge Open Space Preserve
Purple Owl's Clover with Goldfields |
The day was breezy and sunny. Grasses bent in snakelike paths up the hillsides in the wind. A woman walking beside me called these wind-stroked undulations 'wolf whorls.' I have pondered this phenomenon in these foothills for many springs. It is like invisible snakes or great fingers stroking the earth's hair. The sight is both calming and restless: it gives body to the wind. At times we focused in on the face of one creamcup, blue-eyed grass blossom or a mixture of poppies and purple owl's clover in a small area. Other times we paused to take in whole hillsides watching the utterings of the wind.
Purple needlegrass nodded and shone in the sunlight and breezes. These native bunch grasses have reddish purple lining their silky-looking narrow seedheads in the spring. There are all different grasses, and to learn to see between them is to learn our own history in this place. The splashy dizzying show of bright wildflowers teases us away from the soft stories whispering in grasses. Who will be the leader of the Grasses Walk? What is the professional title of a grass expert? I wonder if one will stand up and host a grass meander to teach us how the grasses here supported the humans, what lives in there and eats of it and more mysteries about the varied lives of grasses . . .
White-tailed kites and kestrels hunted the gentle open grasslands. Meadowlarks hidden in tall grasses and among rocks made themselves known to one another in flutelike drifts of song. We were assorted friendly strangers sharing a leisurely walk hosted and organized by Santa Clara Valley Open Space Authority. We peered into the lives of butterflies learning from one of their champions, Liam O'Brien, who spends his days chasing them, studying them, painting them, saving them, and sharing his enthusiasm with the public in his loose, straightforward, humorous manner. Refer to his self-illustrated guidebook, "Butterflies of the Presidio." Or walk with him on one of his scheduled walks. There is nothing like being there, our feet in flowers and our eyes on butterflies. The story of the Bay Checkerspot, Euphydryas editha bayensis, is a window into wildlife conservation where we live. This subspecies of Euphydryas editha at present only survives in Santa Clara County foothills and Coyote Ridge is a core habitat area supporting its host plant, dwarf plantain, and thereby providing a foothold against its extinction. It's bad when the butterflies go away.
It is April and even the cows are luminous and framed in flowers all around--black cows and calves strolling through goldfields. I stand staring at a cow and her calf all framed in bright gold, their coats like wet daubs of black paint in the sun.
Walk in Beauty |
Wildflowers: You Have to Be There |
Monday, March 6, 2017
The Slog (Flood February 2017)
Brookwood Terrace |
South 19th Day After |
South 19th Sidewalk
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Most likely, at some point in the advancing waters, he determined his yard as high ground. Not high enough as you can see the waterline is at his front stoop.
Drought Resistant Landscaping
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In the last several years of drought, many people have switched their front grass for drought resistant plants or fully California native gardens.
We have been on water restrictions for a few summers. This family's yard will be lucky if it recovers from complete submergence under the escaped waters of the Coyote Creek. Coyote Creek became overwhelmed by the overfull Anderson Reservoir pouring into its channels. There is a town meeting at City Hall this week on March 9th; There are many people who have questions and concerns, to say the least. I am sure some are still overwhelmed and also incensed at the disruption and expense this flood has caused in their lives. I will learn what I can and take the temperature of the neighborhood at the planned forum. Two emergent lessons have been cooperation and civic responsibility (between neighbors foremost and also between communities and helping agencies) and also holding our public officials accountable and making sure they see us through in a crisis.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
My Path Through Coyote Creek's 100 Year Flood
February 22nd 2017 is the day I learned that gophers and moles will swim when their lives depend upon it. I walked down the street with family friends and neighbors to find the scrambled chaos of a flood crisis at the William Street Bridge on Wednesday morning. Our walk happened before, but only hours before, the entire neighborhood flooded and people had to drive through streets that were sudden temporary creeks, take household tools like push brooms and shovels to unclog storm drains in an attempt to save their houses and yards, push cars to higher ground. Some people were barefoot and others shouted out of SUVs for their loved ones to get in the ^#!~* car already--"we're outta here!" It was a scene of panic and confusion. Some of us just stood there staring at the swirling water on 21st street at the corner store. We all had this numb or aghast expression on our faces even the German shepherd standing against a garage on San Antonio and South 22nd street. We used to call it "Goldstone's" and then "Guru's" but it has since changed hands a few times. It's now called 'San Antonio Market.' A man was locking up the door in the small lift (like a heel) between the store entrance and the sidewalk. The sidewalk was all moving water. I saw a woman plunge with a yelp thigh deep into a storm drain as she attempted to cross San Antonio Street. Photos following this blogpost I took on Thursday morning, post flood, wearing rubber boots and plastic pants. I had to walk up the middle double stripe of San Antonio several blocks to avoid the murky and swirling flowing sidewalks and streets on Wednesday night. I was wearing a black skirt and black shoes (since thrown away) and was worried about all the distracted drivers whose wheels were sending up brown waves of water hitting me or just sliding over since I had heard cars are able to float in 6" of water. I needed to get home and see our street and house. I called my dad and urged him to take a look outside because I was fording a stream to come home and wet to somewhere above my ankles from steering to the shallower areas. "Check it out!" I only remember keeping my goal in mind (getting home) and stopping to thank my Mexican neighbors actively battling the rising waters. Evidently, they were the ones losing ground and the creek meandered into their backyards and submerged the cars on the street. We were being swallowed and watching it happen. I sat with my parents and watched it all over again several times on the news. It was late on Wednesday on the 10:00 p.m. news before we were seeing media images and receiving assurances that the floodwaters had peaked and were receding. Many of us had been watching trees and other landmarks such as notches on the bridges to guess at the water level and the "creep." I've decided to do the shots on their own and the narrative on its own.
Monday, February 20, 2017
Guadalupe River Trail - River Oaks Footbridge to Ulistac Natural Area Ramp
Blue-blossom ceanothus |
I got off light-rail at River Oaks Station and crossed the bridge over the Guadalupe which is out past Valley Transportation Authority offices and new playground built for the apartments adjacent to the the river trail. People of all ages and dogs of every size were out enjoying their strolls, jogs, and bike rides. Here's a view of the trail after I have crossed over into Santa Clara but before I have reached the down ramp into Ulistac.
Santa Clara apartments and Guadalupe RT Levee |
Don Callejon students play on the Thamien Park field and the young children enjoy the sand and playground at Thamien Park while families, often mothers with young children, visit. Older folks take advantage of shaded benches near the tennis courts and behold the pageantry. There is also a well-tended basketball court where quick games are often in progress or children zip around on small bicycles. If you walk up the switchback ramp from the Thamien tennis and basketball courts you come upon a bench and overlook with a rail, but what you gaze upon is a litter and rubber ball graveyard.
Trash Clog
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There is a charcoal black fence lizard sunning on the lower boards. He welcomes me into Ulistac Natural Area with curious upward tilts of his perfect little head. I get his picture before he slides out of sight only coming right back to watch me from the T of the boards. His eyes look deep dark and intelligent to me.
I get a sunny feeling all over me from my brief flirtation with Lizard. This special place is full of welcome.
Greeter |
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