Everything else he got perfect.
When you were in elementary school you may have made a shadow box. Imagine that you are in such a box. The shape is like a pizza box with a very low ceiling. You are glued standing way in the back. You feel protected, but not claustrophobic. There are continuous windows across the front and halfway back on either side. You stand there in awe, a silly grin has been drawn on your face. For up wells a feeling of being a child in a magical place with a stone floor, high up in the trees and splashed by the sound of falling water. Pinch your side, give yourself a wrinkle. This place exists.
Three boxes each smaller stacked make a house for three. The top box is for the son, who never ever really leaves and becomes an architect himself studying under Wright. He is the one who gifts the house to us.
Above the house and the drive is a guest house and to the side a multi-stalled carport. Rooms above for the servants and the cook are as stylish as the family house. When the cook (who turned 100 this year) was asked on a scale of 1 to10 to rate working for the family, she gave them an 11!
Maintaining this home is a challenge. The cantilevered balconies would be enough, but the stream has flooded the first floor having climbed the stairs you see here.
The first day of March was Fallingwater's opening for the season. This was a tough winter. This view down the drive between the uphill guest house and the main house is a chilling one.
One may not take photos inside, which is just as well, because hopefully you will visit one day and see it for yourself.
Housers dress up to visit really special places. You can just see the edge of my fancy coat with Fallingwater over my shoulder
Fallingwater came in a little over budget at $150,000.