The land is cultivated into a garden, a sustaining zoetic space, yet if the land is continuously paved, no zoetic garden will survive for us

without music our lives are soulless, without nourishment our bones yearn, without architecture our spirits are deprived elevation. |:-)

Here is our abode, we listen to Mother Nature's spring song, to lose this harmonious melody is an earth empty with void gong. Save the song.

What is the future you have planned for your great-grandchildren today? Truth be known, it is worrisome w/ apathy & greed abounding on Gaia

In sun & water, on land & in air, we move as freely as wind blowing and fire fanning, are we conscious of these acts affect on Mother Earth?

the fragrance of the forest floor, after the mid summer rain, is pleasing as your remembrance of whiff wind of window's pie cooling, save it

Architecture creates form, not for some people some of the time, or none of the people none of the time, but for all people all of the time.