A deck designed by my aunt in glorious, sunshine filled California. It is an undeniable fact that the American West, and to some extent, the South, are still the land of opportunity and open space. The East is built on top of itself, a tribute to all the ages of America--however short and miserable most of them were. The historical architecture of the East has become an obstacle to change, and in the same breath, a source of security and assurance. While I am a creature of the East, I can empathize with the forces that draw people to California and Arizona and Colorado. There are broader freedoms, afforded by landscapes in the deserts and mountains. Of course, where do you find water?
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