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When I see a slippery slope, my instinct is to build a terrace.
Congress is always willing to appropriate money for more and bigger paved roads, anywhere
particularly if they form loops.
If you can't see the beauty in the dirt then I feel sorry for you. And if you can't see why these streets are special, then just go home already.
Buffer between commercial, memorial and retail space.
With destruction comes renovation.
There is a city beneath the streets
I never walked through the streets of any city with as much satisfaction as those of Philadelphia. The neatness and cleanliness of all animate and inanimate things, houses, pavements, and citizens, is not to be surpassed.
We feel we have to put concrete on every inch of land. It disturbs the ecology, and it takes away the experience of a child going out into the woods and seeing all of nature.
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
You employ stone, wood and concrete, and with these materials you build houses and palaces. That is construction. Ingenuity is at work.
But suddenly you touch my heart, you do me good, I am happy and I say: This is beautiful. That is Architecture. Art enters in.
The road is a lot of work.
The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old,
but more importantly, trodden upon.
Roads are long; make them short with a good company!
Do not complain about the length of the road! What will you do when the road finishes? Let it continue!
Ripping up carpet is easy, tiling is the issue.
Onto the unpaved dirt road that runs toward the
All my life, I've been trying to adhere to the surface of your city...
If the sculptor uses stone and if the road builder also uses stone, the first uses it in a way that it is not used, consumed, negated by usage, but affirmed, revealed in its obscurity, as a road that leads only to itself.
Be sure to lay wide streets planted with shady trees, every other of a quick-growing variety. Be sure that there is plenty of space for lawns and gardens, reserved large areas for football, hockey and parks. Earmark areas for Hindu temples, Mohammedan mosques and Christian churches.
The road is long fro the project to its completion.
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.
We are accustomed in England to chalk in rolling downs, except where bitten into by the sea, but elsewhere it is riven and presents cliffs, and these cliffs are not at all like that of Shakespeare at Dover but overhang, where hard beds alternate with others that are friable.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
On each of two porches lie big chunks of serpentine - smooth as talc, mottled black and green. When you see rocks like that on a porch, a geologist is inside.
Don't design your back yard from the outside looking in. Design from your window looking out.
People used to believe only a professional could do tiling or install track lighting. That's utter nonsense.
Of course I'd like to get beyond the concrete. But it's really difficult. Very difficult.
You create a pile of dirt and then drive over it. We may have to learn to drive all over again.
We do not go to the green woods and crystal waters to rough it, we go to smooth it. We get it rough enough at home, in towns and cities.
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads.
A row of daffodils and red tulips nestled against the walkway beneath my feet. Stray weeds peeked up through the cracks in the concrete, a reminder that that nature had the final say. No matter how much mankind bulldozed or built, all was vulnerable to Mother Nature's whims.
Don't order one for the road, because the road is already laid out.
End of Construction. Thank you 'for your patience. Inscription on Ruth Bell Graham's grave
inspired hy a road sign she saw.
I tis hopeless to try to convert some borders into seams. Expressways and their ramps are examples. Moreover, even in the case of large parks, campuses or waterfronts, the barrier effects can likely be overcome well only along portions of perimeters.
The feet of labourers, pilgrims and explorers smoothed these stones. The stones were changed and the travellers were too.
When the materials are ready, the architects shall appear.
Green roofs, roadside plantings, porous pavement, and sidewalk gardens have been proven to reduce flooding. They absorb rainwater before it swamps the streets and sewage systems.
Those who largely rely on their hands and the beautiful or shocking traces of the imagination that they leave on the canvas ... CONCRETE ... one builds a picture.
If we can develop and design streets so that they are wonderful, fulfilling places to be - community-building places, attractive for all people - then we will have successfully designed about one-third of the city directly and will have had an immense impact on the rest.
In the early work of Frank Lloyd Wright - and you can also see it with Mies - they make new ground by raising the ground. Frank Lloyd Wright did it so beautifully with the Robie House. The roof becomes almost a new ground.
Cement doesn't give as much as snow.
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.
pavement artist - you
Down the sidewalk
where laborers feed their dirty
glistening torsos sandwiches
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets
on. They protect them from falling
bricks, I guess.
The family which takes it mauve and cerise, air conditioned, power-steered, and power braked automobile out for a tour passes through cities that are badly paved, made hideous by litter, blighted buildings, billboards, and posts for wires that should long since have been put underground.
It's the little things that smoothes people's roads the most
I love my blocks of marble, always piling up in the yard like a flock of sheep.
Urban retrofitting: creating different sorts of spaces and uses out of places that are already there.
Build the roads and the jobs follow.
Fill a space in a beautiful way.
sticks and stones might break your bones, but cement pays homage to tradition.
The street has its own use for things.
Out in this profane city,
sometimes sidewalks
seem the only cement that connects us,
pressed by the sacred strangers
we will never touch.
Below the roads run the surveyors' lines which squared off the wilderness, and not only made it ready for sale but constructed a shape for county and state government.
Multicolored stones and paintings, walkways, and theaters are useless in a city unless it also contains wisdom and law. Such things are the subject of wisdom and law, not equivalent to them.
We leave our presence in the pavement. We're walking over it, sitting on steps.
You can't find the right roads when the streets are paved.
As the work proceeded we found that the western end of the cutting receded under the slope of the rock, and thus was partly roofed over by the overhanging rock.
The roadwork is just rehearsal for that DVD you're going to film a year later.
It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.
It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses.
It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.
I remember, as a young architect, people always talked about I. M. Pei's concrete. He had a particular specification no one else knew.
I actually do my own renovations. I designed and built a 100-foot split-cedar rail fence to enclose my property. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Don't recommend doing it alone. I also built a 100-square-foot back porch. Again, don't recommend doing it alone.
I like building.
The first sign builders are on their way is when - hey, presto! - a skip appears outside your house.
A rapid rendering of a landscape represents only one moment of its existence. I prefer, by insisting upon its essential character, to risk losing charm in order to gain greater stability.
And besides; the problem of land, at its worst, is a bye one; distribute the earth as you will, the principal question remains inexorable, Who is to dig it? Which of us, in brief word, is to do the hard and dirty work for the rest, and for what pay?
I only laid the cobbles for the streets of Bordertown; it took all of us, an entire community, to bring the city to life. And that's as it should be. Community, friendship, art: stirred together, they make a powerful magic. Used wisely, it can save your life. I know that it saved mine.
The peoples of the old world have their cities built for times gone by, when railroads and gunpowder were unknown. We can have cities for the new age that has come, adopted to its better conditions of use and ornament. We want, therefore, a city planning profession ...
The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.
I'm trying to get some building work done at the moment, quite seriously. Be careful.
At Jaffa in Syria and among the Nomads in Arabia , are lakes of enormous size that yield very large masses of asphalt, which are carried off by the inhabitants thereabouts.
spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand
Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
tightrope - stone roses
Each of us is carving a stone, erecting a column, or cutting a piece of stained glass in the construction of something much bigger than ourselves.
Frequent streets and short blocks are valuable because of the fabric of intricate cross-use that they permit among the users of a city neighbouhood.
Traditional homes of our old world have been abandoned, windows shattered, roofs collapsing, red and green and blue paint scrubbed into muted shades to better match our bright future.
There isn't much time for a plan. This is more of a hunch with scaffolding.
We drove through the Old Dominion University campus, where a small permanent lake has formed in the back corner of a huge parking lot. "You can't pave under water," he noted dryly, "so this obviously wasn't under water when this parking lot was paved.
Asphalt hurts. But not as much as abandoning your dignity.
Lowly, unpurposeful, and random as they appear, sidewalk contacts are the small change from which a city's wealth of public life must grow.
The buildings, covered by red tiled roofs, undulate over the hillsides like a drift of wildflowers.
I started noticing how stained the pavements are in London. The pavements in Beverly Hills aren't used; in London, they're used for everything. It doesn't matter how much they're cleaned, they still reflect light.
Good shoveling - and then I walk
Nick Yablon ranges widely, from log cabins to skyscrapers and from Tocqueville to pulp fiction. He combines imaginative research with probing interpretation. Untimely Ruins offers fresh and challenging insights about the American built environment on nearly every page.
Tile is going to the landfill by the metric ton. All we have to do it gather it up, glue it down to the floor and grout it. Then you have a tile floor, and not just any tile floor: it's a mosaic of your own choosing.
Parks, plazas, gardens, and rooftops are culture-producing places, not merely place for retreat. Sidewalks and bridges become ends in themselves instead of just a means of getting from one place to another.
Building is a sweet impoverishing.
Now undoubtedly, we face some very British challenges when it comes to infrastructure. We rightly cherish our back yards and green spaces, and we'll defend them passionately when projects are announced. We live in a democracy, and we like to debate these things, often for many years.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
Automobiles are often conveniently tagged as the villains responsible for the ills of cities and the disappointments and futilities of city planning. But the destructive effect of automobiles are much less a cause than a symptom of our incompetence at city building.
I like to build bridges ... not walls.
Every time I've flown an aircraft, or visited a steelworks, or watched a panel-beater at work, I've learned something new that can be applied to buildings.
Veins of ivy scale stones,
find footholds but
the caretaker cuts
earth short, peels
creepers from Cotswold
rock and props the dead
head to head so they won't
topple like drunks
on their moss-soft shadows.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
Suburban sprawl has heavily damaged the balance of our cities, divorcing environmental context from design and removing the concept of scale from the creation of neighborhoods.
You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.
The question is: how you cross uneven ground, how you assemble networks around you.
We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.
Warped asphalt, marred with shallow potholes and buckled with frost heaves - the scars of harsh winters and brief sweltering summers - unfolded under a shock of headlights like a story she could recite.
Paved with gold, no - but, yes, diamonds appear on the ground in the rain