Late last week I saw an headline about a Frank Lloyd Wright house being acquired by a museum in New Hampshire, in the United States.
For those not familiar with Mr. Wright, he made a name for himself by (among many things) being an innovative architect who’s design focused on bridging humans and our natural surroundings – which makes that recent headline exciting for fans of his work and those interested in architecture.
For me, it reminded me that James and I unintentionally stumbled upon a FLW house in September and I still hadn’t posted about it!
Anyway, on the edge of the garden property sits The Gordon House which is the only FLW house in the state. Because we a) didn’t know of its existence and therefore, b) didn’t prebook a tour, we were left to wander the grounds outside of the house.
It was eerily quiet. There wasn’t anyone else around and it felt like we shouldn’t be there. Do you ever get that sensation that you’re being watched? That’s how I felt.
The pathway was a carpet made of hazelnut shells, which was strangely satisfying to walk on.
Although I had seen a couple of figures in one of the windows, I decided to chance getting shooed away for a closer look and headed up the long driveway.
I decided to walk straight up to the entrance for a peek inside. What I wasn’t expecting was to interrupt a tour. After a very quick snap, I turned and quickly hurried back down the driveway.
I’ve spent most of my adult life wanting to visit a FLW property. It’s weird then that after all this time it felt a little letdown. Perhaps if we’re in the area ever again, I’ll plan ahead and book a tour. Surely being able to see the interior would improve the experience?
Have you ever been up close and experienced a Frank Lloyd Wright house?