Where Anchorage's gentle compression guided you inward, Anderson opens the conversation again with an expansive clarity that feels almost Southern in its hospitality — the concrete and glass stretching toward the Carolina light as if the house itself remembers what it means to breathe across open land. Here the material palette holds steady, that same disciplined restraint of steel and timber, but the warmth shifts register, trading Kentucky limestone cool for something softer and more generous in its welcome. The horizontal planes reach further than you expect, pulling your eye across the living volume toward walls that seem to dissolve where structure meets landscape, and you begin to sense how this estate's vocabulary translates effortlessly across state lines and into unexpected geographies. The rhythm quickens now, each threshold carrying you forward toward Ann Arbor with the quiet insistence of architecture that knows exactly where it wants to take you.