Once again, only a little out of the nation’s capital but looking as parched and remote as a Drysdale painting this curious and enormous architectural homestead needs some attention but where some only see empty, tired spaces (though that kitchen is rather lovely) and arid paddocks we see options. Perhaps the start of an iconic succulent botanical centre or a gallery/reception/convention space with room for participants to traverse the grasses and talk themselves around, or (our favorite fantasy) it could become the headquarters of the energy capitalist reborn, a baronial compound for a new dynasty not of Texan oil but Aussie solar,  the fields filled with batteries and panels, the home filled with drama, striking hairstyles and shoulder pads (they’re back doncha you know?). Just some ideas to spitball.