|I want a microdwelling! Great, hope you like your pizza oven steam shovel.|
There were a bunch of bicycles there, which I unaccountably neglected to photograph. They were lined up along the fence, and locked up where they could be. Not only was the weather perfect for an art ride to the Shemer, but also there were many more cars there then I expected, parked in the street out front, and filling the auxiliary lot out back. The Shemer is in a neighborhood of macrodwellings of grand proportion, which I suppose provide interesting contrast to these tiny structures.
The people here this afternoon seemed incredibly convivial / friendly. The hydrogen shack guy seemed willing to try to answer just about any question I threw at him about the solar-powered hydrogen generating shed: How many therms does it make in a day? How does the fuel cell work? Did you build that Stirling engine yourself? How many neutrons does a hydrogen atom have, anyway?
Many photos follow. I enjoyed perusing the tiny buildings immensely. As I finished though, and just as I was thinking I might want one, I realized that the lifestyle changes entailed in a switch to microdwelling, include some major divesting of stuff and cruft, while laudable in general, would mean reducing or eliminating most of the bicycle fleet. Unless alternative arrangements could be devised, which seems at least possible, since these structures seemed all about innovation and imagination.
|The Beadle Box!|
|Shipping container, coated in reflective ceramic intended to reflect solar heat|
|Repurposed cotton wagon|
|Within the cotton wagon: the bedroom|
|Stryo-futuristic pod action|
|Steam shovel pizza plans|
|Igby brat close-up, non-micro|