Thoughts in the Calm Before the Storm

Assuming everything goes as planned, in the next 48 hours an organized pile of wood will become the thick lines of a building.  In the last five months trees felled in Calais and East Montpelier were sent limbless to Hardwick where feral geometries were cut way.  Most of those incisions necessary to turn many individuals into one complex whole have been made and we are ready to make the transition from an idea of a form to a place.

I’ve heard it said that a tree is fifty years growing, fifty years living and fifty years dying.  I doubt this little building will add another 150 years of constitution to the wood that composes it, maybe it will. Regardless, they’ll serve a civil purpose more than thier peers hosting and composting into the earth again.