On last visit, Charles Miller's garage had everything in it but cars. Downstairs, in one bay, a thriving woodshop threatens to take up even more space; upstairs, the apartment intended for visitors is elegantly finished with hand-cast concrete and custom-built niches and nooks.
The house the garage accompanies is a log house, circa 1986, which Miller says is perfectly sited on its wooded lot but "had very little charm when we bought it." One of its design flaws, in his mind, is a roof that manages to be half-gambrel and half-gable. Part of the rationale behind the siting of the garage proved to be a way to mask that offensive roofline.