For years, I have wanted to see Falling Waters. Since moving to Ohio and a couple states closer, I have been plotting a trip there. I toyed with the idea of taking a detour on my unexpected road trip from NYC the weekend after Valentine’s Day. As those who follow this blog know, the powers that be meant me only to drive on that Sunday and nothing more. The beautiful Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece in Pennsylvania is, therefore, still on my bucket list.
My love affair with FLW architecture began on my first visit to Spring Green when I stayed for a week at a Talieson farm. I was part of a 14-person ensemble of 4-h kids from all over Wisconsin. We were chosen to create and perform a show about social issues facing young people at that time and then perform for 4-H Club Congress in Madison. For a week, we created, rehearsed, ate, and slept in the enchanted valley that held the Talieson estate. That farm is now the home of American Players Theatre.
Falling Waters, Mill Run, Pensylvannia
Every journey through Wyoming Valley from Dodgeville to Spring Green is like entering a hidden kingdom. Green. Lush. Incredible vistas of rolling hills and striped fields. Organic architecture peeping out and blending with rather than upstaging the landscape. I expect Falling Waters to be the same and much more. After all, what could be better than a house where you drift off to asleep to the sound of water falling right below your head?