In the tunnel, Codornices Park, Berkeley, CA.

She plunges into the dark of a tunnel with the same unflinching determination, the same open fascination for discovery that she brings to the cold of a mountain lake.  This tunnel joins the Rose Garden on the one end (it was one of her namesake grandmother’s favorite spots in town) and a much-beloved kiddie park on the other.

Helps that there’s a light at the end of this one.  ‘Spose that’s the defining element of a tunnel: they do in fact end, at some point.  Note to self.




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