Portland, Oregon, is known for its quirky personality. That’s what initially drew me here. Before my first visit, I told friends, “I think that’s where my people are.”
Less quirky than the rest of the city is its vast natural landscape, which I sampled for the first time yesterday: The Japanese Garden, a sprawling park. Declared by at least two Japanese ambassadors to be the most authentic Japanese garden outside of Japan, its effect on me was as intended. I was truly at peace.
It’s the whole place that puts one at ease. But I still notice details. These are just a few of the many that caught my eye.
Moss-wrapped trees, the makings of a fence, fish enveloped in cloud reflections and lacy Japanese maple trees.
And by the way, if this post looks wackadoo, it’s because I’m doing it all via iPhone and don’t know how to control for different devices.