Albany Hill Hundreds of Years Ago

In California’s past thousands of native people in hundreds of different groups lived here (and their descendants still live here). The landscapes were different. Tule elk and pronghorn antelope, for instance, grazed in huge herds on native grasslands and grizzly bears roamed hills and valleys.

Laura Cunningham, an artist and naturalist trained in biology and paleontology, spent years studying and painting forgotten landscapes of California, publishing many of them in a book, A State of Change (Heyday 2010).

The following are reproductions of her art work showing how the area around Albany Hill may have looked hundreds of years ago.

Albany-Hill-sunset
San Francisco Bay November Sunset 400 years ago. Oil on cotton rag paper, 9 x 13 inches, 1998.
Albany Hill, summer
Clouds Over Bay 200 years ago. Oil on cotton rag paper, 9.5 x 9 inches, 1999.
sunset-Golden-Gate
Mid December Sunset at the Golden Gate 300 years ago. Oil on cotton rag paper, 7 x 10 inches, 1999.
Grizzly-EC
El Cerrito Grizzlies 500 years ago. Oil on cotton rag paper, 7.5 x 8 inches, 2005.

 

East-Bay-grass-lo
East Bay Hills
Oil on cotton rag paper, 7 x 21 inches, 1998
From the East Bay Hills a thousand years ago, Albany Hill can be seen, as well as the Golden Gate across San Francisco Bay. Western Meadowlarks (Sturnella neglecta) fly over purple needlegrass (Stipa pulchra). Early observers noted how the hills around the Bay lacked trees in most areas, and was a vast open grassy land.

More of Laura’s art work

Broom Pull Feb. 24

For our work party this month we’ll be meeting at the south end of Santa Clara St in El Cerrito, crossing Cerrito Creek, then walking to the NW side of the hill to pull French broom and plant some natives on Saturday, Feb. 24, 9:30-11:30 am.
As usual, wear long pants and shirts, sturdy shoes, and bring gloves and a favorite tool if you have them. Extra gloves and tools provided.

Reach

wild cucumber tendrils twining into oak tree; E side Albany Hill
Wild cucumber vine on coast live oak

Something is reaching
Something is grasping
Oh, sadness
That is my madness
We cannot know what is not corporeal
We spin in circles
Trying to guess
But it is only an outline or a fuzzy shape
The reality may beg to differ
And our conception is shattered
Blown apart
Scattered to the wind
Stomped on
Dismissed
But that kernel of intuition keeps us going
It spawns hope, creativity, happiness, action
Yes, it may be smothered in time
But it will be replaced by another
Because without dreams we are dull, depressed, lifeless

-Margot Cunningham

Directions

Margot on Albany Hill

I could go north, that might be fun

Or I could go south into the wind

Perhaps east into the heat

Or maybe west into the fog

All directions seem good

They all interest me

Or I could just sit still and ponder

Let the directions flow by me, through me, over me, under me

The directions will always be there

I will wait until I know which direction I want to go

-Margot Cunningham

albany-hill-view

Half-empty or half-full?

sun cups blooming near rocks in NE meadowAlbany Hill
sun cups blooming

Sadness is in the sun cup shaded by weeds

the elderberry tree draped in cape ivy

the coast live oak strangled by Algerian ivy

the sagebrush shaded by eucalyptus

the French broom marching over the meadow

the trail overgrown with poison oak and other plants

the numbered days of the mules ears and poppies blooming in a vacant lot

ivy growing up mature oaks
ivy growing up oaks

Happiness is in the sun cup continuing to bloom despite the weeds around it

the elderberry tree growing leaves and flowers despite the cape ivy covering it

the coast live oak standing tall despite the ivy crawling up its trunk

the sagebrush growing and flowering despite being shaded by eucalyptus

the meadow with flowers blooming despite the advancing broom

the trail still passable despite the overgrowth

the mules ears and poppies continuing to bloom in the vacant lot despite their numbered days

-Margot Cunningham

trail through oak woodland
trail through oak woodland near bottom E side Albany Hill

Leaves

chaparral currant leaves
leaves of chaparral currant (Ribes malvaceum var. malvaceum)
horkelia calif v calif
California horkelia (Horkelia californica var. californica)

Curly leaves

Flat leaves

Hairy leaves

Smooth leaves

Grooved leaves

Wiry leaves

Palmate leaves

Divided leaves

Leave them be

-Margot Cunningham

Carex sp.SE mdw
sedge (Carex sp.)
native rose
native rose (Rosa californica)

Taking Root

I am of you, for you, with you
You are beside me, beneath me, above me
I can’t move, I can only think
Thoughts move me to a warm place
This place is my home
I am home in this place
I feel my soul touching the ground, taking root
I sprout new shoots from this ground
Nourished by rain and humus
Summer may come and dry up my shoots
But my roots have taken hold in this earth

-Margot Cunningham

soap roots emerging, NE side, Albany Hill
soap root leaves emerging, NE side, Albany Hill