Scoot over, Robert Frost

Regarding “A Stroll Through Nature’s City” [March 8]: Here in Glassell Park, almost at Mt. Washington’s peak, one can, in a minute, be enveloped in the urban or rustic that surrounds us. During my three running days a week, it takes even less time: the sudden appearance of a coyote, a glimpse of a soaring red-tail hawk, the clanking of a sanitation truck.

I thought Robert Frost was the sine qua non of such writing until I experienced D.J. Waldie’s paean. It washed over and surrounded me like a “friendly” tsunami. I’ll probably never know whom I prefer. It’s just that Waldie pictures what can be experienced every day right here. He calls us to open not only our eyes (further) but our ears and nose and the sensitivity of our skin. His essay was magic without sleight of hand.

F. Daniel Gray

Los Angeles

Although L.A. is much more “Nature’s City” than San Diego, I am also irresistibly attracted by that other world over which we have no control. A world that is as beautiful as it is cruel.

Ramon Oceguera

San Diego