Our Services
Residential Design
I believe a good home starts with listening. I want to hear how you live, what you love about your property, and what you hope your home can become. Whether we're starting from scratch, adding a little more room, or breathing new life into the home you already have, I'll work alongside you to create something that feels comfortable, honest, and truly yours. At the end of the day, I'm not just designing a house - I'm helping you create the place you'll call home.
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Historic & Vintage
I've always had a soft spot for old buildings and the stories they carry. Whether we're restoring a weathered cabin, preserving a historic home, recreating something that's been lost, or finding a new purpose for an old place, I believe in doing it with care and respect. My goal isn't to make an old building look new - it's to understand what made it special in the first place, preserve the character that remains, and help it stand proudly for another generation.
THE LONE PINE
There used to be a little pine along High Drive, just outside Estes Park, that folks called the Lone Pine. It wasn't tall or straight, and truth be told, it wasn't much to look at - just a crooked, weather-beaten little tree hanging onto a rocky ledge where there wasn't enough good dirt to hardly grow weeds. Back in the early days, when the road into Rocky Mountain National Park passed right by it, just about everybody heading into the park got a look at that stubborn old pine. Folks began stopping for pictures, and before long its photograph was showing up on postcards sent all over the country. It got famous enough that Trail Talk put it on the cover back in 1920. The wind, snow and long mountain winters never seemed to finish it off, but time eventually did. After years of folks admiring it - and unfortunately taking a few pieces home with them - the old pine finally gave out and fell in 1949.
I reckon that's why people remembered it. There's nothing remarkable about standing tall when the ground is good and the weather stays fair. That little pine stood where there was mostly rock, taking whatever the mountains handed it year after year. It got bent, scarred and broken, but it held onto what little ground it had. Life has a way of doing the same to us if we're around long enough. Maybe the measure of a person isn't whether we make it through life straight and unscarred, but whether we keep our roots planted and stand through the hard times. The Lone Pine wasn't remembered because it grew tall. It was remembered because it stood.
