The Tanuri Ridge Memory Tree — One Man’s Mystery Is Another Man’s Sanctuary   1 comment

The Memory Tree — Images by kenne

In the first Tanuri Ridge newsletter (Spring),
I wrote of taking walks by the Tanque Verde Wash, 

located south of Tanuri Ridge,
and shared some photos of artwork along the trails.

David Berg Relaxing In Berg Canyon

It was back in late July, early August of last year
that I discovered the Tanuri Ridge trail art,

and posted an entry on my blog titled,
“Art is Where You Find It,” in which I wrote:

Before reaching the river, I noticed several trails,
so I decided to do some exploring,
choosing the most foreboding trail to follow.
Much to my wonder,
I begin to come upon works of art left for passersby
to contemplate in nature’s gallery,
as if in competition with nature’s own work.

Making no judgment as to their artistic worth,
only being grateful for their existence,
I began staging myself to capture images of the art.
I have chosen to share them in black & white

With the images in mind,
and as we met people in our new community,
I would ask about the art and its creator,
but no one had an answer. 

It was not until this past February,
when hiking with Bryna Ben-Asher
and others in Sabino Canyon,

I learned that most of the art was
the work of Margarita and David Berg.

What had been my mystery was now solved,
which is why I ended the newsletter article,
The Berg’s did it!”

One Man’s Mystery Is Another Man’s Sanctuary

In the early ’90s, Margarita and David Berg moved
from Los Angeles to Tanuri Ridge

(David was originally from Tucson.)
They loved living here,
and the time they would spend walking their dogs together

down the small canyon (which I have named, ‘Berg Canyon’)
behind their house, continuing on river trails below.

As many now know, Margarita was diagnosed with brain cancer
in early 2010 and passed away last October.

David and Margarita spent her remaining days together
walking the canyon and river trails

with their dog Tucker,
and creating art from dead tree branches and rocks.

Before the spring newsletter was published while running early one morning, 
I saw David walking with Tucker.
We talked briefly,
about the trails, its art, Margarita,
and what I had written for the newsletter. 

We agreed to meet again and go down along the trails together.

Even though I now know more about David and Margarita,
I must acknowledge that I know very little.
What I have learned from David,
and many others,
after introducing myself as being new to Tanuri Ridge,
would respond by saying,
 “I know someone who lives in Tanuri Ridge, Margarita Berg.”

Although everyone had wonderful things to say about her,
it was the feeling in the words
that made one appreciate fully how exceptional she was. 

Of course, no one knows this better than David.

As we walked together, we talked
about the trails, 
the art, floods, and fires, 
all of which make the Tanuri Ridge riverside so special.
But, what was most special came as a surprise
to me as we walked the trail near the river.  

Walking to my left, David crossed in front of me,
stopping at a two-trunked mesquite tree,

one trunk of which was now a stump,
upon which David had placed a wooden plaque
in memory of Margarita.

Whispering softly as he looked down on the plaque;
pausing, he reached into his pocket,

sprinkling flower petals on this blessed place.
I stepped back,
taking a few photos as he gently moved his fingers across the plaque.


Images by kenne

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