Because and Because

Because I didn't post a Tiny Home Tuesday yesterday, I'm offering this pictorial bread on the water. Stunning in both subject and composition, I'm personally in awe and wish I had something movie screen size to fall into to look at it. More. And then some more.

Because my blog format really doesn't do it justice, even if you click on it for a larger size, check it out on Cabin Porn. Then, get a movie screen and call me.

The photographer, Autumn Dellaway (is that a real name? How perfect is that?), has other outstanding work you can look at here. She also draws. And posts a lot of things she likes to the point that (and this is one reason I can't stand pintrest and tumblr and all those other places you can post without attribution to the creator) I'm not sure exactly what is hers and not hers, but in tracking this photo, it's hers. I'm pretty sure.

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Shake it up, baby. Apparently we had an earthquake nearby (26 miles or so) around 11 last night. I was snug asleep after an enjoyable afternoon and evening around town, pizza included. One of those, hey, wanna go for a quick drink evenings, where you end up seeing and chatting with people you don't see as often as you should for quite a few hours and more than one quick drink, in fact it's in slo-mo so all is well.
When I got home, I got a text from my cohort asking 'When did 9 o'clock become late?' I replied that when I looked at the clock on getting back, I just started laughing. So did she. Yes, 9 o'clock seems late. It could have been 7 or midnight, but is usually is 7 more than midnight... Anyway. I was asleep when we got a shaking and nothing seems to have fallen off the walls or shelves, so I don't even have a story to tell about it. Do you?

Sometimes I like to go back in my blog posts and see what was going on this day back a ways. Since my memory is often fly-in-amber like it is one sure way to remember. A visual and mental walkabout. Here in Culebra, there in Portland. This one in Texas.  It also makes island fever rise a notch or two, but since I'm not going anywhere anytime soon - I define soon as tomorrow afternoon, when I'm going to the big island but that's not quite the same unless it means a drive to Rincon or someplace I won't be going - I shift the gear to C, cease complaining, cause cranial contentment.

Sometimes I have to put this sign on my brain. The mountain is THERE and I am HERE and I'll get THERE in good time. 

I want to have a Robin Williams movie marathon one night. To laugh and cry and laugh. That's all I want to say about that.

Have a weed whacking Wednesday! Do something wowserly.

Tiny Home Tuesday ~ Out There

There are as many ways to own a tiny home as there are imaginations in their stations. The Shelter Blog brought a couple of these ways to my attention, one calling for intensive labor but very feasible from the money end. The other, there are some bucks involved. Big bucks. But tiny and small homes aren't just for those with little money, either trying to get out of debt or not incur it in the first place. There are plenty of folks, with plenty of money, who also see the sense of large living on a small scale.

First up, Morgan, from Asheville, North Carolina and his 5000.00 earth bag home. But first, long time readers will remember Jack's start on one in Texas a few years ago. His was more specifically sand bag than earth bag, because sand is what he had. Sand and plenty of rocks. When he found a piece of land he liked better, Jack left behind an incredible amount of work. So out there in the westernmost of West Texas, there is some real cheap land and the start of a sand bag home, complete with the diggings and stone base of an bath/outhouse, if you're looking that way...

Morgan on the other hand, did finish his earth bag home. The complete story with lots more photos can be found on the Alternative Homes website. Photo credits - unknown

Amazing what plaster can do!

I love the use of the bottles.

5000.00. Of course, there's the price of the land and accoutroments - solar panels and appliances come to mind. Plus a lot of bathing at the end of each day. But do-able. Very do-able.

David Coulson Design built the structure below as a home as well as a landscape design studio for their business. I don't think much expense was spared and it shows, in the good way. Plenty of money doesn't necessarily translate into good taste and the intelligence to make practical beautiful, but I think it happened with this post and beam beauty. Lots more photos and explanations of same can be found here.

More small than tiny and there is nothing wrong with that! By the way, have you subscribed to The Shelter Blog yet? You should.

In my not yet finished search for a class C motorhome on the U.S. mainland, I'm reading a LOT of road trip stories, off shoots of ads, the flotsam and jetsam of a different sort of lifestyle floating around the internet. One bit was a blog from a woman named Sue. In her 60's, she chose a trailer and van as her mode of travel life.  Selling her home and packing up a couple of dogs, she hit the road and hasn't looked back. Her posts have made me laugh and she gives a lot of practical info (seems these road life people have a lot of that to share) and that's enough to keep me interested for now. You might enjoy her as well. You can find RV Sue and her canine crew here.

Over on Cabin Porn there is this wonderful cabin from an ecological reserve in Masatepe, Nicaragua. I tried to find out exactly WHERE in Nicaragua, but there are a lot of them and I'd be posting this next week if I continue trying to track it down.

Contributed by Alex Schoemann

I fluctuate between liking the combination of materials and not being sure if I do or not, but the more I look at it, the more I like it. Wish there were interior shots, but I can't find any of those either.

So there's your grab bag of small and tiny homes for today. Be inspired.

Have a tactical Tuesday. Do something tantalizing.

p.s. There is a tropical depression out in our neck of the woods. The expectations aren't high for much to happen, but it is that time of year and a good reminder that if you aren't ready, get ready.