Every time I’m in Portland, it seems like I have a list of errands a mile long. Inevitably I get caught up in the bustle of the city, ticking items off my list, and usually only taking a break long enough for a hurried sketch now and then. But whenever I get the chance to visit the Japanese Garden, all the noise disappears and time seems to stand still.

Which, I’m pretty sure, is precisely the point of the place.