Today I wanted to introduce Galen’s
pride and joy, the museum that he’s sunk his entire inheritance in. Before I
knew the city they were in I knew that I wanted Galen to renovate something
interesting, something with history. Originally, it was a warehouse, but I
discarded that quickly. Then my husband suggested that I use a cab depot, which
I toyed with at first, but I had a hard time envisioning it.
I can’t remember who first suggested an
old firehouse. It was during a conversation with my husband where we were
tossing suggestions back and forth. We both knew that we had a winner. The next
day I started looking for pictures of old firehouses online to get a feel for
how I wanted the layout of the place.
I really loved the shape of this place.
On the right, cut out of the picture is a squat, round tower where I pictured
the storeroom where the statues were found. I love the long stretch of four firetruck
bays. I liked the sloping roof and the row of skylights.
Galen and Suzane’s offices are in the
tower. Galen’s is all the way at the top with a beautiful view of Seattle.
(Though this firestation isn’t in the U.S. lol in my mind, it’s in the heart of
the city.) I’m not sure where I found this inside picture that I used to
envision the tower office, but I’m a big fan of exposed brick and hardwood
floors. Add in a desk and a circular staircase coming up and a fire pole and
you have Galen’s sanctuary within his sanctuary.
The picture for the
outside façade also came from an overseas renovated station. I loved the old lights
on the outside and the cobblestone, I like the bucketed trees. I knew Galen would
do something similar as well as add some hanging baskets of flowers during the
summer. All these places melded together in my mind and became the home of
Galen’s museum.
Wonderful! I love seeing great pieces of architecture getting new life, even if it is fiction! So many wonderful buildings get torn down in the race for bigger, taller, and newer.
ReplyDeleteAnd they are often not better, for all the bigger, taller and newer. If I ever get to buy a home, I want an old one. My aunt had one that was 200 years old. The floors sloped a little, but they were held together with pegs, not nails and it was beautiful. I missed that place when they had to sell it.
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