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I have been immersed for the past week in writing a paper about Frank Lloyd Wright's work. At the risk of sounding disloyal to my other loves - I love his Prairie style houses. I am particularly coveting a 1965 copy of the Wendingen edition of Wright's work, which the wise folk at Trenton Public Library thought to include (and retain!) in their collection.
I think the simple horizontal houses above are the closest I am going to get to FLW, on my native soil. All four of them are on Queen Street. I may have to make a pilgrimage soon to see the real thing in the Oak Park subdivision. Chicago. Wonder what possible need husband would have for going to Illinois?
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