The glass here is not decorative but structural to the entire philosophy of the house, walls dissolved into transparent planes that pull the Kentucky landscape inside with the same authority that a Neutra or Eichler would command along the Pacific coast. It is a radical proposition for Prospect, this refusal to separate interior from exterior, and every floor-to-ceiling panel earns its place by framing a specific composition of canopy, sky, or rolling green as deliberately as any hung canvas. The polished concrete and steel that anchor these expanses keep the vocabulary honest, industrial bones dressed in nothing but light and reflection. And it is precisely this confidence in transparency that makes what happens in the next room so striking, where all that openness funnels into a space built not for looking outward but for the focused, exacting craft of serious cooking.