This is the part of the story where I get myself in trouble.
In my last installment I enthused about the way Dockside Green is integrating nature and living spaces in an industrial landscape. Joe Van Belleghem and Farmer Construction have done a nice job on the project so far and I wouldn’t mind living there. Especially in the lower level condos that each have their own “dock” style landing and bridge across the stream. Overall the buildings are visually pleasing and the environment comfortable.
But I’m not an architecture critic and my topic is not choice of window sizes or siding selection. I like the look of the buildings at Dockside, but more important, Dockside Green provides a vital model for urban re-development. I hope many developers will follow this pattern.
What I want to talk about now is interaction with the land. Dockside represents a fine example of bringing a ruined property back to life – Site Repair, to use Christopher Alexander’s apt phrase from A Pattern Language. What also needs repair is the way communities continue to allow perfectly good pristine properties to be ruined in the first place. Our economic system encourages this ruin.
In this idea, I’m operating under two influences:
First, my life-long preference for wilderness and for old things maintained and kept lively.
Second, Jason McLennan.
McLennan, CEO of the Cascadia chapter of the United States Green Building Council, was the other speaker I heard at the Sustainable Connections conference, the same day Van Bellegham introduced Dockside. One statement of McLennan’s knocked me sideways.
“Overall, worldwide, all the land that we will ever need to build on has already been co-opted for human use. From now on we need to redevelop already used land.”
When I heard this I wanted to leap up and shout hallelujah – which is something I never actually do.
McLennan has put this earth shaking assertion to work in the Living Building Challenge, a sustainable building certification that requires, among other shocking things, that the building be constructed without breaking new ground. “A living building must generate its own energy, use only water falling on site, be free of toxic materials, be on non-virgin land and maximize access to fresh air and daylight.” The guiding question of Living Building is “What if every single act of design and construction made the world a better place?”
That’s a tough one. It’s hard to conceive of anyone improving on something like this:
Meanwhile most anyone can come up with an improvement for this:
In my opinion, reworking the second would be a much better idea than starting a new building in the former. Can I get an AMEN on that?
But I was talking about Esquimalt.
I have to quickly say that I’m not throwing stones at that particular town. It’s a typical small municipality doing the best it can with limited resources. It has its history and its challenges. I make no political statement about the area. In fact, I know little about Esquimalt. I drove through the west end of the peninsula once, two years ago, and this year visited the east end looking at things with my own eyes. I know the Canadian Navy has a presence there. And I know that much of the land is fenced off and undeveloped. That’s what caught Tom’s eye from the end of the Ogden Point seawall. Beyond that, I’ve done a search on Google. That’s the sum total of my understanding of Esquimalt.
I’m only talking about Esquimalt because of rocks.
Esquimalt is my poster child for this discussion because it strikingly illustrates a disconnect in the building, development and planning sphere that continually amazes me. Once again, this is not because the community leaders are good or bad at land use planning, or any different than those of any other area. The thing that sets Esquimalt apart is the dramatic nature of the land that our poor standard planning and building practices are ruining.
The peninsula is geologically gorgeous, with miles of rocky bays, quiet craggy inlets and storm tossed points overlooking the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It is, or was, a rich border zone between the land and the sea – full of wildlife, natural processes and heart-wrenching beauty. It also appears to be full – as are most communities these days – of people who don’t see any value in what’s around them unless they can sell it for cold, hard cash.
The entire peninsula ripples with stone outcroppings. In years past, perhaps as late as the 1960’s, those who built along its shores nestled their homes between the stones, their beach access meandered down through crevices, streams or grassy slopes at the end of inlets. The red and white house in the photo below is an example. The houses and beach stairs built around it in later years represent the opposite of site repair.
1970’s and ’80’s era homes were built in the new era of tracts, where property lines ignored the rock. Suddenly builders and homeowners treated it as an obstacle rather than a rich resource for art and experimentation. Petunias are planted in a circle around a boulder, driveways that could be bordered by stone outcroppings are instead lined with concrete landscape block. It seems a curiously North American trait, this dislike of natural rocks. Whole cities have been built for centuries along, amongst and into the rocky coasts of Europe. But we in the New World display a preference for stone sliced, diced, flattened, dressed and polished – or even better – factory cast faux.
This dismissal of stone and focus on making bank has culminated recently in new houses crammed together atop the once lovely rocks of Esquimalt rather than integrated with them. Houses that value only square footage, fast construction and the lowest quality materials degrade the shoreline. They are bad enough.
Then there is this house. When I first saw it, I stared in disbelief. I took pictures in order to make this comment.
Not only did this builder ignore the inherent beauty of the landscape, he or she actually turned the house away from the views of nature and the strait to gaze at its own navel. Then, in a final middle finger salute to nature they actively destroyed the native rock and replaced it with dressed stones shipped here at great cost from God knows where. Undoubtedly sparing no expense to show their wonderful “taste.”
I don’t see taste, I see ruin. And again I wonder why we come to beautiful places only to destroy them.