The Chicken Chapel

Since I brought chickens into my life, I went through a period of being interested in all thing fowl (ok, it's not really over yet). But the reason I first got in touch with MoskowLinn Architects was not because of chickens. It was because of the material they used in a very unique set of structures they designed. Of course, it was the design that got me first.

I don't have a credit for these photos and I'm taking liberties here. I'm going to guess it's okay since Keith (the Moskow of MoskowLinn), asked me to spread the word about them, which I'm very happy to do (nope, they aren't paying me to do this). They want a reason to work on Culebra!

As it turns out, the product, Sun-Lite HP is pretty pricey, but very nice, as you can tell from the photos. Comparing it to anything remotely like it, it isn't as expensive as some of them, one a mind staggering 450.00 for a sheet about the size of a panel of plywood. It's all relative. 

In his email back to me he told me he has come to Rincon every year for the past 20 years to surf and that his partner and family have stayed on Culebra for holiday as well. He also shared some other projects they've done and one of them, a huge surprise, had me a little dizzy with lust. I'm using the descriptions from the online magazine Dwell (so now I'm officially a thief, please have the bail ready).

The final structure measures eight feet wide, 12 feet long and eight feet high to the tops of the side walls. One end of the coop is scaled to chickens and the other, the one shown in the foreground, is scaled for humans to allow easy access for gathering eggs and cleaning the coop.

Beyond the awesomeness of the coop itself is how it came into being. One of the yearly student projects they host, it was built on Keith's farm in Vermont. Another student project was the most eye pleasing pig sty I've ever seen. You can find it here.

In July, the students, Moskow, and Linn gathered in Norwich, Vermont, where the studio was held and where Moskow lives with his family on 117 acres of farmland. The decided-upon structure was designed to mimic the surroundings. "We wanted it to feel like something special but for it also to be a very good neighbor to the barn," Linn says. The coop shares the same roof slope as the barn and aligns with one of its sides.

Inside the coop is an egg-shape roosting box. Chickens won't lay eggs if their nesting boxes are on the ground so one student had the idea of a hovering egg, Linn says. "When you're on the outside looking in," he adds, "you see a profile of the big egg and it's almost like of a sign of what's going on inside." Looking out, the fiberglass material that creates the walls distorts the look of the sugar maple poles on the exterior. "You get these beautiful textures and shadows that come through," Linn says.

 A hovering egg. It's almost too cute but I still really like it. 

The entire structure takes on the look of a Japanese lantern in the evening. The team added lights so you could go in and be able to see where you are at night and also so that come late fall and winter, Moskow can turn them on after the sun sets to maintain the chicken's waking, eating, and egg-laying hours even as the days shorten.

Simple, elegant lines and absolutely functional. What more does anyone need in any structure? I really, really like their work, even though I'm usually drawn to the rustic, the old, the slightly almost falling down look and that was the surprise of it. To open up to something with clean straight lines, but incorporating other architectural styles, particularly Japanese, that have always seemed right to me. Clean, simple, useful. 

Of course, as I wrote to Keith, I'm not sure I wouldn't turn out the chickens into the shack and live in the coop myself...

See you when you get here, Moskow and Linn!

Have a take on a new tradition Thursday. Do something teachable.

Culebra Snow

Last night the rain came tapping and then came slapping on my roof, not for long but long enough and at the perfect time to lullaby me to sleep. I woke up late this morning, looked out the door and felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Wonder filling me up, like the last perk of the coffee pot anticipation being satisfied, a grin of delight, a slow sunrise dawn on my face, seen only by creatures that were stirring, probably even a mouse.

Genipe blossom snow

Have an oh Wonder! Wednesday. Do something (un)worldly.

Dumping and Politics ~ Bedfellows of a Sort

On Sunday, Governor Padilla, on island for a very fancy wedding (create jobs! have a huge wedding on Culebra!) also made an appearance at the basketball courts to give an update on the status of his vision for Culebra; you can read about that here. There was a good turn out for a Sunday morning, not only did everything start on time, I think it started early, which made us slightly late but not by much.



One of the fun things about these events is getting to see people I don't see every day. It's a hug fest party!

The National Guard will be playing a big part in making Culebra pioneros ambientales - environmental pioneers

Always, music

Not a great photo but the older woman is one of my heroes.

Besos!

Yesterday I went with a friend to the dump, the dump that will be gone if all the recycling plans come to fruition, the dump that has one of the best views on Culebra - one of a hundred best views (a weird island thing, a lot of islands that still have dumps have them in the most gorgeous places), the dump that, at the bottom, in the water, has one of the most beautiful coral gardens ever seen. That dump. Drop stuff off. Get something you need if it isn't buried yet. The Dump. 

I don't think they are waiting for the plane.

Ferry incoming. A cattle egret keeps watch.

It's a great big beautiful world.

A few lifetimes ago, when I lived in Miami, I discovered how much I liked dumps. Growing up on a barrier island on the east coast of Florida I'd never seen a dump and truthfully, never thought about dumps existing. I knew not to litter. I knew about ocean dumping. But an actual dump didn't really come into my mind until I was a lot older. Then it was this cool place where people would take things and leave treasures, off to the side. I've gotten Oriental rugs, antique oil lamps, cleverly made baskets, all set to the side, all from the dump. It was recycling before there was ever talk of recycling. So I always had an affection for them. Until Hurricane Andrew, an event I covered for the National Guard. One of my side trips took me to the dump and a talk with the man heading up the disposal of...destruction. He told me that there was at least 25 years worth of 'trash' to deal with from that one day of hell and the problem of how to deal with it would take years to solve. Everything about waste disposal got very real, right then, right there. I woke up, with those mountains of the detritus of humanity in front of me.

Down down down between the hills. Welcome to Culebra! One day, these homes will only be looking at green hills themselves, rather than a wasteland backed up by the unmelodic clanging and banging music of bulldozers.

And so begins another day in Paradox. 

The blinding view from my window as I type this

Have a tell me the truth Tuesday. Do something tidily.