Years ago, while I was building this house, I didn’t see this coming. Photographers used to ask me to let them photograph it to showcase their work. Although it became famous, and was very publicly situated, it was a private space, and I didn’t want people to copy my ideas. I didn’t want it all over the internet. So I said no.
But now, as much as I love the home, my life has moved on. We spend our winters in a sunny place, working to learn golf. And summers on the lake, (and at the nearby golf course, working to learn golf). We are also building another home. Which is taking a new life, and will be a new private space.
So the Bogus house, my masterpiece: when I am there, I feel centered, grounded, at peace. Everywhere I look, I notice the world outside.
Only fifteen minutes from town, it is a house of sky. Right at the bottom of the storms as they roll into the mountains. You can watch them coming, and then sometimes they arrive in all their fury. And you are snug, in a place of calm. Maybe a hand goes to the window, to almost feel the rain, a hairbreadth away.
To the south, the city, and the mountains beyond. At night, you feel like you’re in an airplane, arriving into the valley below. To the north, the mountain. I built the whole house around the granite that it embraces, and around a covered balcony that looks northeast, built to snuggle under a blanket with a hot drink, and watch the rain, snow, and clouds play on the mountain.
It is a rare, special, and one of a kind place. I will not miss it. I pass it on with love in my heart. I will remember it well.
Today it is the lead article in the Wall Street Journal’s Real Estate section.
Farewell, beautiful home.
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