Bridgepine.

Once a year I head up to Ohio to reconnect with college friends and drop by old haunts. It’s always a blast, but this past trip scored a few bonus points when buddypal Drue (of Farmbarn Art Co. fame) and I swung by his parents’ new Frank Lloyd Wright crib. The place is sort of unassuming at first glance, but walking through the front door feels cozier than a rainy Sunday afternoon with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and your favorite Sex and the City season DVD. Er… uh… I mean Band of Brothers. Anyway, it’s oddly comfortable and inviting for a place you’ve never set foot in before. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but every spot in the house seems to offer up a beautifully-crafted view of another spot, pulling you from room to room. It’s intriguing and wonderful – as if you could spend days exploring and still not discover everything there is to see.