I’ve always loved Tilden Regional Park. I hiked its winding trails several times back in the 1980s when I lived in nearby Alameda.
Gambolin’ Man has created yet another photo-philosophical essay about Tilden, which is very close to home for him, and he describes going after recent bouts of heavy rain:
Rain resuscitates a dried out forest, lending the bark of trees and the texture of rocks a glistening patina, soaking the earth and releasing heady aromas of oxygenated air, pine duff, eucalyptus mint, and mud, sweet mud. Little rivulets burst to life in their fossil channels. Creeks are recharged. And, if you know where to find them, and time it right, secret waterfalls boom into being, miraculous manifestations of the transformative power created by raindrops from the heavens, “each one of them,” noted John Muir, “a high waterfall in itself.”