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bamboo forest in the foothills |
This is a bamboo forest planted in the Hakone Gardens outside of Saratoga, California. Located in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, you can almost miss the entrance, a steep narrow road going up into the morning fog. I love how this area is just bamboo. You can smell its sweet and grassy scent. And the rustling of the long, thin leaves! Sometimes it sounds like tinkling, clinking glass. Maybe it is all that silica in its structure. This forest is young. The bamboo is not as large as I have seen elsewhere. Still I love how wild it looks and rejuvenating it feels.
Black bamboo costs more than regular bamboo even locally harvested. Tim used every last bit. He used the pieces to build the gates. The ladder lifts up to sit into the wall. I doubt we will do that. It looks nice out into the space.
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living area |
We were starting to get used to the tub in the living area. It has sat there since November. The light is wonderful streaming in this south facing window, too. Across from it is the wood stove. A tub, wood stove and a view of the redwoods. Hmmm. Alas, there is no plumbing in this room. So it had to go in here:
This photo makes the bathroom seem even smaller. The window is to one side so I can reach it. If it was in the middle I would have to stand in the tub to open the window. I am short. Not little. Just short. This way the practical me can reach all around and clean the floor. The lime plaster on the wall is the palest of blue. Sometimes it reflects back the green of the trees so the wall takes on a very light celedon.
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my duck feet on clay plaster floor |
The concrete floor in both baths have a layer of lime plaster. It is durable and has a wonderful satin feel. The charcoal color provides a rich contrast against the wood and white tub. I was thinking of painting outside of the tub, but now loving the clean, pristine whiteness. This is much to the relief of Herr R.
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on right is the sink |
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three things: change out white pipe, light switch plates and find the right mirror |
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two patches on floor are samples of floor treatments |
This photo makes the sink look so small. It isn't. It's a Kohler Vox. It is deeper than it looks, too. There's a few more details---accessories!
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EcoSmart tankless water heater |
Although I rather take photos of the pretty things, Herr R takes photos of the practical things. Which is the point of this small, passive solar house. We have no propane tanks, no gas heaters. This is an instant, tankless water heater system. It is connected to a solar panel on the roof, but also uses on the grid electricity to heat the water. We may live in a mini-banana belt, but it is still get coastal fog. There's a timer and a way to switch to the solar heater. This is also the laundry closet. We have HE compact washer/dryer to install. Herr R is very excited about the efficiency and other gadgets. Tim picked a pale lilac for the clay paint. It is very pretty.
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Black bamboo-Hakone Japanese Tea Garden |
Charlene - it is coming together! You have so patiently chosen the right pretty and practical things. I can feel your joy as you describe the details. I am sure you are anxious to be in it.
ReplyDeleteSoon. All the grown ups are going to build a small deck this summer. The smarter, younger crowd are building a deck for the fort. And maybe a few sandcastles with Momo. Who can resist building sandcastles and decks?
ReplyDeleteOh that bamboo walk is sublime I love the rustling leaves in the breezes. what fun to search out the perfect mirror for the spot, I thin that is the best part of remodeling or building, searching for just the right elements.
ReplyDeleteStill looking for that mirror!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, organic feeling bathroom Charlene. I love the white bath against the charcoal floor.
ReplyDeleteAnd the soft, natural light in the sixth photo is just so lovely :)
What is it about bamboo that gives an air of calm and serenity? The rustling of the fine leaves and the creaking of the beautifully segmented stems is very peaceful.
In its simplicity, it commands a sense of reverence. As if one should only speak in whispers - and then, only if it is necessary. For, there are secrets heard in the susurrations of bamboo.