By Brian J. Cantwell

The Seattle Times

PORTLAND — In a year when big changes have taken root at the highly acclaimed Portland Japanese Garden, I found myself standing stock still a few steps inside the garden’s Nezu Gate, looking and listening, silent and unmoving.

Everything here has a tranquility-inspiring meaning, nothing is accidental, instructed my kimono-jacket-wearing tour guide, Peter Shinbach, nodding to pines whose branches had been pruned to look like clouds floating by.

But there’s more than what meets the eye.

“Our (Western-style) gardens are mostly about what we can see and what we smell,” Shinbach instructed. “In Japanese gardens sound is an important element.”

He cocked an ear at the soft tinkling of water spouting from a length of hollow bamboo onto a mossy rock in front of us. It soothed like a cool, wet cloth on the back of my neck.

If you’d been here decades earlier, the water’s music might have been overpowered by the shrieks of monkeys that once occupied a nearby grotto, part of the neighboring Oregon Zoo.

But the monkeys and the zoo moved farther uphill in Portland’s Washington Park, and the Portland Japanese Garden, which opened to the public 50 years ago, is today regarded as perhaps the most authentic such garden outside of Japan.

That status advanced with last spring’s opening of the garden’s new $33.5 million Cultural Village, designed by renowned architect Kengo Kuma, who is also spearheading the National Stadium for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.

Fall colors call out autumn, when the garden’s Japanese maples turn fiery shades, reflecting in ponds and contrasting with native evergreens, is perhaps the most jaw-dropping time to visit and see what’s new.

The “village” has added 3.4 acres of usable space to the 9.1-acre property. Included is a new Japanese Arts Learning Center with gallery space, a classroom, library and gift shop; a Garden House, for horticulture workshops, along with a bonsai terrace and the striking new Umami Cafe.

The cafe’s cantilevered deck is designed to “float” over the garden’s shady entry canyon where visitors wind their way on a peaceful trail upward from the outside world of parking lots and pay stations. Take a seat and sample Japanese tastes such as onigiri, savory balls of sticky rice wrapped in seaweed.

A remodeled entrance features a water garden with cascading ponds, aiding in the transition from city to tranquility. As I waited to buy tickets, an orange dragonfly the size of a small hummingbird paused to perch on a bamboo stalk near my feet.

To protect the peaceful environment, the village emulates Japan’s monzenmachi, the gate-front towns that surround sacred shrines and temples.

Among the more novel new features is the authentic, medieval-style Castle Wall backing the village. A 15th-generation Japanese master stonemason, Suminori Awata, led construction of the 18½-foot-high, 185-foot-long mortar-free wall using traditional hand tools and 800 tons of Oregon granite. It has some of the same awe-inspiring power of an Egyptian pyramid.

The beloved core garden remains unchanged, with examples of five different styles of Japanese garden, showing their evolution through the centuries.

“Japanese gardeners are like landscape painters,” said Shinbach, leading me and other visitors on one of the garden’s guided tours, included with admission (daily March-October, then weekends only November-February). “They use stone or water and plants (as their media). A lot of places in the garden are like a framed painting.”

For example, he pointed out a wisteria arbor framing a view of a pagoda lantern tower and cedars.

A guide serves to add context and meaning to a garden visit. As we walked along a smoothly raked path, it changed to rough stones “like a speed bump to slow you down” and make you look more closely at a scene ahead, Shinbach explained.

Japanese gardens have an ancient history influenced by Shinto, Buddhist and Taoist philosophies and there is symbolism wherever you look. A lotus bud atop a pagoda lantern is a reminder of the belief that where Buddha stepped a lotus flower bloomed.

As we passed an arrangement of stones in the ground, our guide noted that they were in the shape of the Japanese island of Hokkaido. I’d have just seen rocks.

He explained that the “hide and reveal” technique is commonly used in Japanese gardens. Thus we could hear but not see a waterfall for an extensive part of our walk. The path then disappeared into woods, and who knew where it led? There’s a sense of calm, all right, spiked with a tiny frisson of adventure.

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