A hundred years ago, when I was younger, I used to live in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. While there I made a baby and I taught him to walk in "Cowell State Park." This was a precious place of giant redwood trees, many animals and much piece and quiet. Every weekend morning he and I explored the park and played and played and played.

I re-visted the park in 1972 (when I was a little older) and decided to walk the familiar trail my son and I enjoyed. This time I took along a tape recorder and recorded the sounds I heard. When I play the tape today, I hear the water in the creek fading away as the trail moved away from the creek bed, I hear many birdses, I hear the wind in the trees, but most of all, I hear the silence and peacefullness of that magical place.

To me, this is also part of recording, or documenting, those things that have so influenced us. bob(Deckman)Nelson