Unexpected can be good

No, I didn't expect that last bit either, it just appeared in a flash of inspiration. Poetry can be a fun exercise in words, although I rarely bother with a specific rhythm, it tends to feel more like work at that point. Days rarely go according to plan, this morning was a clear sky and bright sunshine, and then the clouds rolled in and dropped the occasional drop.

It was still peaceful in the Japanese Garden, but the camera did have to hide it's electrical self a bit. Living in this rather wet corner of the world, I need to remember to make sure the next one I get is weather resistant or sealed if that's affordable. The Garden is a great place to relax and slow down from the bustle of life. Going there fairly often, the scenery changes with the seasons, seeming familiar yet different on every visit. The other visitors vary also quite a bit.

Sunny days bring out larger numbers of course, both photographers and observers as well as new visitors seeing it all for the first time. The kids are usually seeing it for the first time because they rarely have come to appreciate it yet and are being dragged along.

Some parts are full of silence, some are full of water. There is green and red and yellow and white and the grays of the rocks and sand. It all swirls together and somehow is very calming. Highly recommended if one visits Portland, and if you have access to a place like it elsewhere, they are good for the soul in this crazy world we live in.