According to cheerful old Plato, an ideal world exists beyond our senses.
Everything we see in the "sensible" world is simply an approximation of the ideal. Just shadows on the wall of a cave.
One of those plastic stacking chairs, a schools teacher's perch, that Frank Lloyd Wright piece, a Heppelwhite seat, Arthur's siege parlous, all are –– according to this argument –– mere reflections of the ideal chair. Imperfect interpretations, shadows, approximations.
Anyhoo. That's one way to look around at the world, perhaps more than a little reductio ad absurdum. But it does somehow lead me to thinking about what makes a shelter.
We humans can live in any manner of places: tents, caves, castles, huts, boats, vans. Even homeless, we have our preferred spots. What's the common denominator?
On a build, there's a precipitous teetering moment when the project is "dried in."
It's when the outside stays out and inside is more than a concept. Windows in, roof on, doors that close. It goes from being a build to being a building.
All this noodling as an excuse to post some more photos of the Woodbee.
Thanks for indulging me!