One, one picture of the week is up. It's been there a while, just now getting to post here about it ...

Overfelt Gardens is easy to drive past; it's barely marked and only stands out because everything around it is built up. It was amazingly brown and dry when we were there, though the ponds were full because they're part of the system that recharges the aquifer under San Jose, preventing the intrusion of salt water from San Francisco Bay. The amplified announcements from the adjacent high school -- they were having a track meet -- echoed loudly over the park, too. The main pavilion was locked up, and looked to be set up for some sort of social function later, with folding tables and chairs set up inside.
DarkFang and I still braved stepping over the caution tape so we could each spin the marble ball in the mouth of the Foo Dog guarding the pavilion's right side. Three times, no more, no less.
![]() | 10 August 2008 Confucius This large statue of Confucius overlooks a reflecting pond in the Chinese Cultural Garden at Overfelt Gardens Park in San Jose. The statue, thirty feet tall including its marble base, was a gift to San Jose from the people of Tainan, Taiwan and was erected in June, 1974. Another image of the statue (with base) may be found at the Wikimedia Commons. Location: 37° 21' 51.24" N, 121° 51' 11.52" W |

Overfelt Gardens is easy to drive past; it's barely marked and only stands out because everything around it is built up. It was amazingly brown and dry when we were there, though the ponds were full because they're part of the system that recharges the aquifer under San Jose, preventing the intrusion of salt water from San Francisco Bay. The amplified announcements from the adjacent high school -- they were having a track meet -- echoed loudly over the park, too. The main pavilion was locked up, and looked to be set up for some sort of social function later, with folding tables and chairs set up inside.
DarkFang and I still braved stepping over the caution tape so we could each spin the marble ball in the mouth of the Foo Dog guarding the pavilion's right side. Three times, no more, no less.