The house we started with.
The before photo is not flattering, and that's rather the point. The board-and-batten cladding had been painted white and cream at some stage, and the paint had failed almost everywhere — peeling in long strips down the gable end, bare grey wood showing through, and dark staining where water had run off the balcony for years. The balcony itself wore a heavy wood rail with turned-square spindles, greyed and splitting; the front door was a sheet of bare plywood; and the foundation planting had gone to weeds.
It's a good, solid Calgary split-level with a generous front elevation. It just hadn't been given anything in a very long time. The structure was sound — the skin had simply given up.


