I became very nostalgic seeing your pictures. I lived high up in Cragmont Avenue a year in the 1990s and used to walk to Campus each day, grabbing a coffee to go at the first coffee bar... Many great walking paths in North Berkeley hills, although not always easy to find. Tilden park is also great for walking, not only for cycling.
Later in the 2000s I lived on Stuart Street a year and used to walk down to Oakland once in a while. It is not that far really and the flatlands are interesting - or wonderfully boring - in a different way.
...but then I'm a North European (like Herzog) and we walk all the time, everywhere.
The only strange thing about your essay is that you portray walking as something exotic, out of the ordinary. That said, I am happy that you have discovered the pleasure of putting one foot ahead of the other, for hours! Never stop.
Bravo! Such a vivid description of the ambient and the movements of your mind. Reading your post and watching your photos I could smell those trees on Berkeley campus. It took me back to over 50 years ago. In January 1974 I set foot on the campus for the first time. And I still vividly remember the smell of those majestic trees.
I became very nostalgic seeing your pictures. I lived high up in Cragmont Avenue a year in the 1990s and used to walk to Campus each day, grabbing a coffee to go at the first coffee bar... Many great walking paths in North Berkeley hills, although not always easy to find. Tilden park is also great for walking, not only for cycling.
Later in the 2000s I lived on Stuart Street a year and used to walk down to Oakland once in a while. It is not that far really and the flatlands are interesting - or wonderfully boring - in a different way.
...but then I'm a North European (like Herzog) and we walk all the time, everywhere.
The only strange thing about your essay is that you portray walking as something exotic, out of the ordinary. That said, I am happy that you have discovered the pleasure of putting one foot ahead of the other, for hours! Never stop.
You found one of my favorite streets in the hills, Maybeck Twin Drive
Keep on walking!
I loved this post! Looking forward to see where you might go next 👀
Bravo! Such a vivid description of the ambient and the movements of your mind. Reading your post and watching your photos I could smell those trees on Berkeley campus. It took me back to over 50 years ago. In January 1974 I set foot on the campus for the first time. And I still vividly remember the smell of those majestic trees.
Thank you for sharing your experience.
Erik Hoel sent me. Enjoyed the read.