Seems like about twice every day his thoughts would drift towards building (as both noun and verb), visions of his little cabin in the woods, the great works of the masters, what was directly in front of him, its history, design, use, cost of construction, impact on the land, the labor. It fascinated him much the same way art and music did. Hypnotic in its simplicity, daunting in its conception, and these days impossible without two incomes and a rich uncle. The paradox amused him and he again saw the wood, brick, stone, steel and glass as merely a place in which to hang one's sometimes soggy hat. Further, that the true measure of any building was defined by the joy, love and virtue that takes place within.
Marco's casa bella in Umbria I could have bought in 1996 for 157,000USD.
Filippo Brunelleschi's Il Duomo in Florence was built from 1420-1436, weighs 37,000 tons and utilized 4 million stacked bricks.
The humble Cabin in the Woods (still under construction)
Mad King Ludwig's Neuschwanstein in Bavaria took 14 master carpenters 4 1/2 years to finish JUST HIS BEDROOM.
The warm memories of his travels would heat the cabin once this trail turned again towards the magic forest. When the final brick is laid, what then?
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