I Love to find patterns. Patterns in the marketplace. Patterns in emerging developments. Patterns in people’s behaviors. The crazy thing is though, so often I fail to see any of the patterns in my own life. While driving from one project to another last week, I began to connect a few of the dots. You see, I’ve never considered myself to be defined by one single architectural style. In fact, I can find beauty in a home regardless of being a part of any particular vernacular. I’ve adored some Greek Revivals. Pined over the beach cottage bungalow. Respected true southern estate homes. And, revered the English Country Manor. But lately, I find myself piling up a collection of similarly styled homes while trying to articulate my own future Dream Home.
While these are relatively famous, there are others that consistently distract me as I shoot around town.
Now this one is quickly becoming my favorite.
Everything about this home is just simply comfortable. I love the low roof lines, the beautifully shaped dormers, the offering of the shaded recesses, the strength and refinement of the masonry and the mixture of both colors and textures. And then there’s the magnificent landscape…so well taken care of. For me, the home states to the world that you’ve made it and yet you have the least little desire to flaunt it. The whole ensemble makes me feel at ease.
I think if you wanted to get technical, each of these homes would fall into the category of the French Country genre. labeling them though, is not much of a concern to me. What is of interest is that there is a common thread running through the entire collection. It is the way they make me feel. Perfectly at peace. Now that’s how I want to spend my days.
All my Best,