Candace's first sold build, plus a handful of concept renders she's using to think about the next one.
Clark Fork runs through the middle. Sentinel to the south, Jumbo to the north. Where the houses meet the mountains.
A short drive from downtown and suddenly you are in an aspen grove at the foot of the Missions. October is loud here.
Where the Bitterroots open up. Two-tracks, ponderosa, snow lingering into May. The end of the cell signal.
Slow water in October, cottonwoods reflecting in it. The river bend lots are the ones worth waiting for.
Round bales in late June, Bitterroot Mountains receding west. Where the meadow-house lot would go.
Apple-and-cherry rows in April bloom, a weathered ranch truck at the row-end. The orchard concept lives here.
1900s brick and clapboard storefronts under the Bitterroots. Small-town Montana that still actually works.
Pre-dawn mist over the river, the first sun catching pine tops. The corridor for a quieter build.
Dark board-and-batten, cedar timber porch, the one she actually built.
A modern farmhouse worth doing when the lot allows it.
A house that disappears into its meadow.
A good ranch, finished right.
Bought right. Finished right. Listed right.
A house that earns its keep among the trees.
