Whistling in the wind?
It's ready to get sheeted with plywood -- or almost, because Ref wanted to adjust a few little details this morning. But first, he offered to climb up top to get some pictures. Considering my allergy to heights, I was delighted.
If you have a few hours to kill, you can click on the image and start counting hurricane clips and straps. Holy cow!
In the middle of a full day of nailing 'em in, Gregory came up to me and said, "I have some good news and some bad news. Good news: This house ain't goin' nowhere in a hurricane. Bad news: I'm gonna be knockin' on your door."
If you think he was exaggerating: A few more pictures, working our way down to the piers. . . .
All things considered, almost enough metal for full orthodontia on Sandra Bernhard.
1 comment:
There is a certain beauty to a house before it gets all closed-in that is really hard to descibe. It's a bit like defining space with your imagination rather than walls. Construction seems to be more than wood and nails. It is all light and shadow. Hard and soft. Art. With Ref and crew as the artists.......the architect is secondary now.
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