A Front Porch

Someday I'm going to have a house with a real front porch. Not a pretend porch tacked on the front of a house just for looks that doesn't even have enough depth for a couple of comfortable chairs. Our friend Brad--a much more serious architecture junkee than me--took this picture of a house in an old neighborhood at the mouth of Provo Canyon.

I'm a little sleep deprived at the moment, so this is going to be a fairly lame railing against our society's seeming inability to value good design in our buildings. Not that everyone has to want a well proportioned front porch like I do, but it feels like form and function and the relationship between the two are simply afterthoughts anymore (if they're even thought about at all).

Case in point: Has it even occurred to architects and builders to even try to address the fact that many of us have rolling garbage cans parked in our front of our homes on a permanent basis? And why haven't we, as consumers, risen up to demand a functional solution that is also pleasing to the eye?

I need a nap.