I followed paths

As I said to Rose, you could bring thirty people to the garden on the same day, and no two of them would emerge with the same photos. I was fascinated by the paths and stairways. It was a hazy, overcast day, and every turn seemed to lure you to something magical.





The thing I couldn;t get photos of was the sounds. The Japanese Gardenis inside the city limits, yet all you could hear was the sound of birds, of leaves brushing together, of other people walking slowly along the crunchy gravel paths, and in some places, the sounds of running water. There is a section of the garden that is designed around a seies of streamlets and waterfalls with

benches placed for optimum listening. One of the rules of the garden is "Silence your cell phone." When is the last time you went somewhere just to listen to the water? Every time I get to that part of the garden, the tension just pours out of my body.

Unfortunately, that part of the garden is not wheelchair friendly.

Little bridges span the streamlets.

And stairs wind down and around.

What's over there?

I am amazed by the meticulous tending the garden gets - mostly on a volunteer basis, with a few professional gardeners to direct the Zen-like work. This summer tapestry of greens is wildly inspiring. How can I work this into a sweater? I'm going to make a point of being here to record all 4 seasons.