Purple Door Box

Residence Bunker 

I like the purple doors, the windows, and the lack of a driveway. But I don't know what purpose of the bunker is. Is it a residence, or a shop? I of course, didn't go and ask the questions: I just like to ponder.

Will We Afford This In The Future

Eh? I don't know. 

The grass in the desert could be irrigated, but will it? Is this a good use of the land? Maybe. But even the land of ridiculous overbuilt schools, with petroleum playing fields is due to feel the budget axe.
And the pendulum swings.

Completely Homey, Homie!

Slotwall, with strategic shrub placement 

It just don't get no better, do it? What a view! People live here. No wonder we are depressed.

Milk Crate

No Milk  

The HVAC is so much more beautiful with this Grecian style milk crate to disguise it.

How Long Can This Last?

These signs are on a lot of downtown buildings. 

Probably will last much longer than us. A reminder of how hot things are right underneath our feet. The heat has a nice feel to it. It makes me want to drive up to a hot spring right now. Because, it's all there for our use, right?

NATURE!

TAMED!

Remix-Remodel-Scavenge

Blue. 

My favorite thing about this little two story: the aluminum awning attached over the door. It is a classy evocation of the scavenger culture to come. Does it serve it's purpose? I look at the buildings and houses that surround us and ask myself that question all the time. What is the greater good? If it is pleasing to the eye, and shelters you from the storm, or you can do business there, it's ok.
I would live there.

The Unfinished Roof Look Atrium

The Left 

The Right 

Designers/Architects: What does this mean? What does this signify? What does this do?

Landlocked Sea

In The Middle Of The Desert  

The whispering sea pines, carved out of the desert of seaway known as I-84.

Motorized Lifestyle

A motor for every season. 

Is it time for Steppenwolf to get the motor runnin'? I wonder what these people will do for a living when the oil runs out? Probably the same thing, digging. Just without the roar of the ICE to keep them company. And the smell of the exhaust to drive them crazy.