There was never any question the old backyard shed that came with the house would be torn down, only a matter of when. It was ramshackle, its floor rotting from sitting directly on wet ground. Worse, a low sloping roof rendered it dysfunctional for storage (its sole purpose), and in the end it was just too makeshift and far gone to consider fixing. I will admit to being taken with small buildings when they are designed to be seen as well as used, so it was rather disappointing that my first-ever small building had neither charm nor functionality going for it. But this lack of positive attributes did open the door to a fresh start. A functional shed of some sort was essential for storage of garden and other tools, especially as the house itself came without a basement and only a difficult-to-access attic. And, even a small building would figure large in the garden setting I intended to surround the house with, so something more harmonious than the existing clunker was desirable.
1988, the day after purchase, on a sagging seat on the ramshackle shed |
‘When’ rolled around in 1999, eleven years on and right after restoration of the house's exterior, with the long interval used to sort out just what would replace it. The question of what to build gradually resolved itself into one of how to build compatibly in the existing context, in this case that of a 1913 bungalow with unique personality. While most garden sheds are primarily functional objects, my small building's proximity to a well-dressed residence suggested it should have an equally worthy look - and if possible, be a garden eye-catcher too. Figuring out how to go about making old and new compatible led me to develop a more explicit understanding of the way the main house was designed.
A building so dilapidated that a decision to start fresh wasn't complicated |
Thinking more concertedly about shed design was preceded by some impulsive acts of collecting that unintentionally contributed to the shed's look, like the leaded glass casement windows I bought at a local auction house for a song. Their sturdy wood frames and diamond-shaped panes - and the passing thought that they could always go into the shed if no other use presented itself - served as a pretext to rescue them. I was struck by the absurdity of anyone chucking such fine objects (likely in favour of vinyl-framed replacements with mock leading) so I began keeping an eye on the auction. Not long afterwards, I scored two small stained-glass windows in an art-deco flower pattern – perfect symbols for a garden building, I thought! Suddenly recycling old windows was becoming a primary function of my as yet undesigned shed!
I resolved to stop this random window-rescue and for a time actually did, at least until I happened to come upon a striking transom window in a classic fan pattern that proved irresistible. One of a stack of such windows in an Ontario antique shop awaiting conversion to mirror glass (a fad at the time) this classy fanlight called out for a better future than winding up as hallway décor in some big-city condo. No one would ever have designed a mirror to look that way in any case, so I gave in to my urge to rescue once more, bought it and had it shipped back to Victoria by bus.
As shown above, a transom window often crowns a front doorway and is frequently completed with vertical panels of small-paned or leaded glass windows book-ending the door. This arrangement creates a distinguished entrance to a substantial home while admitting light to the vestibule beyond. Unpacking my antique fan transom back at home, I tried to imagine what sort of building it came from and how it may originally have looked. Then the thought occurred that three of the leaded glass casements might just fit beneath it, so I dragged them out of the attic and laid them out on the lawn. Using two by fours to roughly space the casements, it was evident that a bank of three of them left just enough room for a frame and trim boards. It appeared I might just have a design for the garden facade of my shed, so I took a photograph of the layout for future reference. This picture was destined to be the sole construction 'drawing' for the entire building.
A collection of recycled windows does not, however, an eye-catching building make! It’s much more complicated than that if one cares to delve into it, and I discovered I was tempted to. I’d been doing some reading to prepare myself to oversee the eventual exterior repair of my heritage bungalow, a process recorded in my June Century Bungalow post, when Michael Pollan’s fascinating A Place Of My Own fell into my hands. Pollan's account of creating a writing shed for his own use reveals the inherent complexities of even the simplest building process. It taught me that the acts of design and building, while inherently linked, require continual drawing together and interpreting during the physical process of construction. This may seem obvious, but design is always modified to some degree during the act of construction, as ideas on paper are translated from abstractions into material forms. The designer needs to have a presence throughout construction in order to be part of this interpretive process, or the building will be shaped significantly by the sequence of choices made along the way by others. This was an insight that helped me guide the repair of the main building when its day came too, but it also began preparing me to play a role in shaping new construction. I was (at best) an amateur designer who’d have to learn to work through other skilled hands in order to achieve intended outcomes.
My research also led me to Witold Rybczinsky’s The Most Beautiful House in The World, a great read about a Canadian architect’s efforts to fashion a boathouse that would be both functional and compatible with its rural context. Rybczinsky's boathouse could have taken any form he chose to give it, but after a long process of investigation he opted to make it compatible with the traditional form of rural buildings in his Quebec township. An idea that stayed with me was the notion that each building speaks a distinct language, and that comprehending its design-vocabulary furnishes the tools for designing other structures compatibly. This is a simple thought, but one that's frequently disregarded when new buildings appear next to older ones and the setting is treated as a blank slate. A more fitting goal, certainly in a heritage context, is to try to set up a respectful dialogue between entities that results in a harmonious ensemble. Armed with this idea, I decided to approach the exterior design of my shed by basing it on the key design-elements of the house it would live alongside. This didn’t mean the new building couldn’t have novel or even exotic aspects like the transom and stained-glass windows, rather that these elements would be fitted into a fabric common to both.
Siting the new building was an interesting process in its own right, even though the structure was small and had the simplest of footprints. I already knew pretty well where it was going to fit, which was close to where the existing shed sat in the northwest corner of the lot. The old shed, by now demolished, had apparently been dragged there from a nearby locale and plunked down somewhat haphazardly. However, tweaking this rather random placement would enable the new shed to effectively mask a compost heap and other garden operations taking place in the north corner of the lot. So to begin with, the new placement was indicated by prior choice.
A key vantage from the kitchen affected placement |
Yet there remained things to consider and small adjustments to be made: foremost the goal of optimizing the view of the shed through the kitchen windows. I wanted to ensure it would serve as a focal point that drew the eye and, once the building was electrified, offer a way of illuminating the garden at night. This was a matter of inching the building along its proposed axis and tilting it a few degrees more towards the rear fence. Also important was fitting it comfortably into the oak meadow, consistent with how the land form and trees run together. I began the process by pegging out a prospective placement with corner stakes, then outlining this rectangle with string, and finally adjusting its dimensions to comply with bylaw requirements. I used step-ladders and two-by-fours to gauge the impact of various building heights. Finally I dragged out my proposed windows and arranged them in possible walls, so I could visualize outcomes. Consistent with the main house, side windows would descend from horizontal trim bands, while end windows would be allowed to float freely in siding space. My transom window layout also defined a minimum height and width for an end wall (so it could float in space, just) while setback requirements and maximum square footage under bylaws in turn defined the shed's length.
The end result of this exercise in siting was unusual in our rectilinear suburban world, because the shed as envisaged would angle obliquely towards the fences defining the property’s perimeter (at more or less a forty-five degree angle). Our eyes are habituated to oblongs aligned at firm right angles, so this choice risked looking a bit eccentric. But not, I rationalized, out of place or in obvious error, as the shed’s consistency with features of the old house would make it feel as though it really belonged. If anything, it would look as though the current rectangular lot had been foisted on a pre-existing layout on more expansive grounds, which had in fact happened when the current lot was subdivided out of the original holding!
By employing the bungalow’s design vocabulary, other elements of the shed literally fell into place. The same elegant bevelled siding would define its exterior, while dimensional trim boards would frame its wall panels, corners, and the transitions between windows, doors and soffits. Scaling the trim boards involved making choices that were ultimately resolved with guidance from an expert carpenter, David Helland, and with close reference to a small addition Hubert Savage had made to the original house. There, in order to provide a walk-in closet off the main bedroom, he’d simply nestled a shed-roofed form against the rear wall of the main building. Interpreting Savage's leads on trim scaling and adopting the roof angle he’d given his half-gable further defined the shed’s exterior.
There was never any doubt that my garden shed should sit as close to the ground as possible. It was important it be functional for trucking things, like a lawnmower and bikes, in and out, rather than having to schlep them up steps or over a projecting sill. In this location runoff wasn’t going to be a problem, so neither was setting the building close to the ground. My neighbour’s house, a no-step rancher on a pad placed where an original grass tennis court had been, showed just how functional this arrangement could be. Also, a building sitting at grade was consistent with the design ethos of early bungalows, reflected in my own home’s garden façade. The simplest, most durable (and most expensive) way to bring this off would be to pour a concrete pad on the ground and erect the structure on top of it. This technique, sometimes known as slab-on-grade, was often utilized by architects like Frank Lloyd Wright to reinforce horizontality and make buildings appear to rise directly out of the earth.
When it came time to begin constructing the shed, I informed my accommodating builder (who fashioned most of the materials we would use) that I wanted it framed with two-by-fours consistent with the era of the main house, not today’s second-growth lumber-yard sticks. There being no such beast available off the shelf, David created a supply by ripping two-by-sixteen inch joists from a demolished Victoria warehouse into two-by-fours. This wood was so hard that it dulled table-saw blades rapidly, and in some instances had to be drilled before a nail could be pounded into it. But as framing material, it lent the emerging structure an incredibly chunky and solid feeling, still evident inside as the walls remain unfinished to this day (it is after all a shed). This also gave it bones of old growth fir from early in the twentieth century, taking wood recycling to a higher level.
Construction started with the building of forms to contain the concrete slab foundation. Rebar that would strengthen the concrete was placed on a compacted gravel base capped with a vapour barrier. The forms were raised around the edges, creating a lift to which the shed’s wooden sill plate would be bolted. David built the forms and placed the rebar over several days, and then one afternoon two cement finishers arrived on the job. Shortly afterwards a small cement truck with a mini-pumper began transferring a few yards of wet concrete to the tiny pad. This was a remarkable operation that avoided the huge mess of mixing and wheel-barrowing concrete in a developed back garden. It was fascinating watching these highly skilled finishers draw a firm shape out of the slurry that oozed from the pipe.
It took some time for the concrete pad to set and strengthen, during which time it was filled with water to slow its curing and ultimately increase its strength. As it was autumn, this pond quickly accumulated fallen oak leaves that turned it the colour of long-steeped tea (leaving me to wonder if the floor would be stained that colour, which it was not). It was during this interval that many final design details were agreed between David and me, there being no design or construction drawings to work from apart from the picture of the proposed transom layout. One important detail was a design for the shed's door, to be placed on the wall most visible from the main house.
Here I opted to reinforce the visual connection to the main house by having David copy its rear door. Of course it had to be re-scaled for the new building, but its features were accurately reproduced. Twinning the back door further catalyzed the dialogue we were hoping to establish between the two buildings. It also seemed entirely fitting to reproduce it, as it appears to be an original design (perhaps devised by Savage himself) making it a novelty in an era when doors were typically factory-made. This door is unusual in having a slim interior compartment that contains alternating glazed or screened panels – a clever idea that enables ventilation without having to keep the door open or add a screen door, which is highly desirable in a country place where the mice always want to come inside.
Once the concrete was fully set, construction of the structure began in earnest. Placing the windows in real time involved some precise decisions about trim, most of which I’m very satisfied with to this day. However, if I could go back and do it all over again, I’d probably modify the arch above the transom to make it follow the window’s elliptical shape more closely – but that’s a fine point and the choice that was made is not discordant.
During the framing process, I asked David to inch the stained glass windows southwards along the side wall, so the one facing the kitchen wouldn’t be hidden by the massive oak standing beside the shed. This allowed their pretty flower pattern to show fully at night once back-lit by an interior light that was controlled by a switch inside the bungalow. Finally, after all the walls had been framed but before the siding went up, I found myself asking David to incorporate a small diamond-paned window into the rear wall, which to that point had been left blank. This was an architectural whim on my part, perhaps a bit much in a shed with windows on three walls already, but I happened to have just the small diamond-paned window for the location, and it added disproportionately to the building’s emerging personality.
The siding went up over a few days, an act that truly marked the shed's transition from an assemblage of materials in process to a built object. Finally the new door appeared and was hung, with a drip ledge attached to cast moisture away from the building. Construction then drew to a close with the installation of a shingle roof, wooden gutters and metal downspouts. For a time the new shed sat somewhat starkly in the garden, dressed severely in white undercoating, with only a tiny hint of the prior lives of its windows still visible in their residual divergent colours.
Shortly afterwards it was painted identically to the main house, and magically the little structure appeared to have always been where it now sits, a close relation of the original building. Today it serves as a beautiful ornament anchoring the garden composition while providing a focal point for daily viewing from the kitchen, which is certainly the most-used room in the house. It also serves storage functions capably, being high enough to allow tall people to move around inside without bumping their heads. This little building that’s done up like a much bigger one elicits no end of positive comment from viewers, and to me personally it brings real delight. Creating this small structure was an entirely satisfying personal process, in large part because of the skilled people who worked so enthusiastically on it and invested so much care in its construction.
Later I took the opportunity created by the new building to meet the need for garden lighting by recycling a couple of outside lights originally on the main building. These were simple moulded glass shades from a prior era that I’d replaced with a couple of the more elegant metal lanterns available today. These inexpensive shades fit perfectly under the corner eaves on the garden façade of the building, providing welcome illumination of landscape contours at night. This adds real dimension to the evening from within the house, and it provided further opportunity to reuse a piece of the site's past.
Lamp recycled from the old house adds authenticity |
To me, this shed represents a sincere attempt to build respectfully in a heritage context, something I'd adopted as a mantra after becoming involved in heritage advocacy around Greater Victoria. At one level, the problem of preserving heritage buildings is simply that of keeping them in good repair, and failing that, of restoring them carefully when they've deteriorated such that the interventions are imperceptible. I was enjoying the experience of returning an older building to a state of good repair with the 1913 bungalow, but the prospect of adding a new building to the setting represented an opportunity to address a further heritage dilemma. When adding to an historic context, the challenge is one of ensuring that new construction doesn't compete with whatever preceded it. This is more difficult today than may be thought, because western societies have given the modernist mainstream permission to erect new buildings next to old, or additions to them, that either confront or outright contradict them. Novelty and statement tend to trump respect and dialogue in the modernist idiom. There is the further challenge of working through a modern building culture whose unexamined assumptions can skew the outcome one is looking for.
Failure to respect the design parameters of individual landmarks or ensembles of existing structures can quickly do a disservice to the past. In the case of my shed, an honest functional structure could have been inserted without detracting much from the whole - but attempting to render the new shed compatibly was an experience I personally wanted to have. I was acutely aware that the main building was one of a kind, so making an addition to the site fit with it seemed entirely appropriate. I'm personally very satisfied with the results. Once put into the same colour scheme as the main dwelling, my new garden eye-catcher immediately began conversing amiably with its surroundings.
Mowing the lawn in spring's lushness freshens the landscape near the building |
After more than a decade of glimpsing this shed in every season and in all weathers, while working around it or from inside the house, I am still enamoured by the way it models the changing light of the moment in its seasonal moods. Here are a few samples of that varying play of light on structure:
Serving as focal point from the path, made even lovelier with fresh snow |
Western light reflecting from leaded-glass windows |
Austere but encouraging late January sunlight, towards the end of day |
October adds a carpet of fallen oak leaves to the greening landscape |
Books For Looks:
The Most Beautiful House In The World, Witold Rybczynski, 1989
A Place Of My Own, Michael Pollen, 1987