I was lost in the Japanese Garden of Lithia Park, Ashland. Half-lost in thought, and surrounded by rocks that looked like they’d been arranged by a Zen monk with a grudge. The kind of place that makes you question whether you’re meditating… Or hallucinating.

The water didn’t fall, it slipped, like a nervous whisper across a granite altar. Long exposure caught the moment like a ghost caught mid-confession. No tourists. No noise. Just me, the Nikon, and whatever strange spirits linger under moss and maple.

Serenity wrapped in madness. A tranquil scream in a world that’s forgotten how to listen.

📍Lithia Park, Ashland OR

📸 Nikon D7500 | Long exposure + mild existential crisis