Japanese gardens

Beauty in Reserve
In one of my very first Travelogues (see the October 26, 2011 edition of WaterShapes EXTRA!), I wrote about Washington’s Bainbridge Island – and more specifically about Bloedel Reserve and its large reflecting pool, which was showcased by Kelly Klein in Pools, her wonderful coffee-table book. I’ve just returned from another trip to the island and once again
Ten Landscapes: The View East
For a long time now, I've been dismayed by what I see when certain of my fellow watershapers attempt to incorporate "natural" elements into their pool designs. The ubiquitous piles of rocks and the odd grottos slapped onto the ends of freeform pools are so common I can only conclude that
Echoes of Influence
I’ve always believed that creativity is a direct result of our ability to embrace the ways we are influenced by others. In my case, I grew up in Virginia in a family deeply involved in the art of landscaping.  My grandmother was a master gardener who had an amazing ability to craft beautiful outdoor spaces – a skill and affinity she passed down to my father, who shared it in turn with my mother.  In addition, I had an uncle who ran a spectacular nursery we’d visit several times each year. It’s no exaggeration to say
The Trouble with Liners
As modern building materials have been developed, we humans have been remarkably proficient at applying them in ways that go well beyond the vision of their inventors.  Such is the case with roofing membranes, which now are widely used as liners for backyard streams and ponds.   It's understandable that landscape designers and contractors have taken to these rubber liners.  After all, they make pond and stream construction inexpensive and easy.  But from the perspective of the Japanese gardener or quality watershaper, convenience and affordability alone do not qualify a material for use.  Instead, standards of durability and enduring
The Journey Continues
To be honest, I've never been a huge fan of New Year's resolutions.  And I especially don't cotton to all the sentimental windbagging that seems to attend the "dawning" of this new era or that.  But on this occasion, and for reasons all too many and obvious, I won't shy away from