In architecture we often discuss place-making as the highest form of our craft. The platonic ideal of lifting up the very earth to create the foundations of our building; planting trees for walls; weaving branches and pruning canopies for our ceilings. I think this romantic idea has stuck with me and why I love tree houses.
While the dream to one day grow a building is not quite a reality today, there are examples in this world that still manage to create something special. This past week marks a special time in my life and we celebrated that at a place called O’luina. Photos do not do this place justice but, along with my memories, these will just have to do.