KEOWEE DREAM

THROUGH AN OPEN FRONT DOOR, THE PEA

ravel courtyard outside the lake house flashes yellow in the sunlight, while just inside, a pale jute rug echoes the same patterns in beige. A breeze blows through the room, and as it passes from one side to the other, the boundaries between what’s inside and outside start to blur—as if the natural spaces here are simply other rooms