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I first saw this house in a book on modern architecture when I was a kid, and I was awestruck by it. The cantilevered balcony's and waterfall that passed through it looked like something out of the future. It made me want to be an architect. I always wanted to visit the home, however it is located 60 miles from Pittsburgh and off the beaten path.
Fallingwater was built from 1935-1937 for Pittsburgh, PA based retail magnet Edgar Kaufmann Sr.. The home was designed by American architect Frank Lloyd Wright. It is considered his masterpiece.In June of 2011 I visited Fallingwater and it is without a doubt one of the greatest architectural museums. The home was donated to the trust that manages it in 1963 and it contains all original art, furniture from the 1937-63 era that the Kaufmann's lived in it. I had no idea how massive the complex was, it contains the main house (seen above), and a guest house with carport. Fallingwater is an amazing work of art. It exceeded all of my expectations. The Simithonian called Fallingwater one of the 28 places you must see before you die, and I concur, this is something to see.
From Carl Sagan
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it's different. Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.