Source: Nowhere Magazine
Photo by Zoe Rosenblum.
A wild turkey squats in a corner of the Morcom Rose Garden, looking gremlin-like and watching an elderly lady practice tai chi. Hawks swoop down from the tops of redwood trees in front of giant gray Fortune Tellers, yellow Golden Showers and orange Nancy Reagans. Sometimes a man brushes his teeth while smoking a cigarette outside of the majestically columned public restroom. This is Oakland at its heart: a little odd, a little rough and undeniably charming.
A product of the Depression-era public works program, the garden, designed by a fellow named Arthur Cobbledick, boasts ...