What is it that is so alluring about a treehouse? Are modern “man caves” just extensions of childhood desires for treehouses, days of letting go and forgetting about the existence of time? Do treehouses invoke literary memories, like thrilling to the adventures of the Swiss family Robinson? Do people who live in treehouses or on stilt houses have yearnings for the more familiar house of the western world? Are treehouses even ethical or moral in a world in which one child out of every six goes to sleep without a home every night?
Anyway, here are a few treehouses I fancy.