Walking Through a Mid-Century San Francisco House
Spent the afternoon inside an empty mid-century house in San Francisco, the whole plan organized around an atrium at the core. You come in through a pair of red doors under a glazed roof and you're still not indoors — planting beds, rocks, a concrete path, sliding glass on three sides before you reach an actual room. Post-and-beam construction all the way through, low-slope roof, blue-painted beams crossing the living room ceiling above a brick fireplace that runs floor to ceiling.
Someone had left a book about Eichler homes on the tile counter in the kitchen, which answered the question of who built the place. The kitchen itself is barely separated from anything — a counter, a hood, then a full glass wall sliding open onto the back patio, so the yard reads as part of the floor plan rather than something past it.
The rooms were bare, curtains still hanging, whoever lived here already gone. Out back, a pool with a diving board and a row of tall redwoods behind the fence, patio furniture set out at the edge like the last people just stepped away from it.