So, what do you see? What do you think?
How does this strike you?
I have to say, when I first saw this photo, it struck a chord deep within me. Beauty aside, what a simple statement of order instilled. Composure. Such calm. I love it. (more…)
Ha ~ This one totally cracked me up. You know how in my last post, I talked about the elusive masterpieces tucked away on gracious Atlantan Lots. Architectural gems that are hidden all around town. Beautifully sculpted dream homes with magnificent detailing designed by abundantly talented artisans. Well, I’ve been intrigued with this one from the road for some time now.
You’d think that this is a gentleman’s farm stuck right in the heart of Buckhead. Based off of the country feel and the regal barn, what do you suppose the main house will look?
Welcome to Grand Ol’ Atlanta. There’s no other place like it. 75 to 100 years ago, the outlining boundary of the city was acre after acre of rolling country side. Gentleman farms for the families of the business tycoons who pioneered this burgeoning new town. It was not uncommon at all for a family to build their estate on a 60+ acre piece while their children occupied the forty acres to the south and their best friends another forty to the west. Even though the parcels have been broken down over the years, they still remain magnificent!
What this translates into is an air of privacy, of sophistication, of style that is rarely seen in any residential community, anywhere. And, one that is almost impossible to replicate.
Chalk it up to massive lots, crowned with a spectacular coverage of trees, meticulously placed homes, architectural gemstones, and what you have left is just plain Magical.
Beauty unfolding with every turn. Treasures held exclusively for family and close friends.
And, for some of us, the joy of exploration.
All my Bests,
Hey ~ we’ll get straight to the meat with this one. It’s Thanksgiving weekend and I’m having a wonderful time down in Macon, GA. Enjoying the season with the extended family and soaking in the beautiful weather. As with a lot of family get-togethers though, some of the conversations have settled in around current events. All the basic junk that you hear over and over. Kind of a steady drumbeat of a bleak outlook. (more…)
The other day I wrote a post about an amazing home that we had a chance to explore and about the conversations that subsequently developed surrounding the “Character” of the home. How it primarily goes back to the level of thought that is put forward into the formation of the project. As I think about it a little bit more though, there is another piece of the puzzle that is worthy of consideration. You see, after that evening, a friend of mine sent me a link of a North Carolina Architectural firm, who he has been following, showing off some of their spectacular work.
Well… all I can say is, I hate it that you missed this one. What an amazing home to run through.
Evening was falling; and yet, the entire crew was converging fast. Filled with anticipation. Darting through Atlanta’s traffic with a single purpose in mind. I knew that we would have a great turn out, but, I was truly impressed when I turned the corner onto Andrews Drive at 5:58 only to find it already throughly lined. The only thing more impressive was the stature of the Home with every window lit as it sat in the backdrop of a heavily wooded lot. Our hosts, the team of Dawn Mullins at Harry Normans, were wonderful. They took care of everything. Even providing chauffeuring services, escorting attendees up the lengthy cobblestone driveway.
Having being dropped at the foot of this masterpiece, we began to soak it all in.
Well ~ It’s that time of year. The holiday season is upon us and a ton of cool events are comin’ down the pipes. Stay plugged in here and I’ll feed you as many as I can.
Let me start out these postings with one of my favorite groups: The Insitute of Classical Architecture and Art.
The other week, we had a guest lecture and book signing from the lendendary Gil Schafer at one of Atlanta’s most prominent architect’s personal home. Instead of going on and on with this one, I think I’ll just shut up and let the photos speak for themselves. (more…)
Posted in Authentic Design, Interior Views, Thoughts, Tributes, Well Composed, tagged Atlanta Architecture, Castro Design Studio, Design, Design Matters, Well Composed on October 28, 2012 | 9 Comments »
You know I love architecture. I live for it. I suppose that most people get that about me. (Hopefully, not to the point of bordering on excessive / just to be seen as a genuine passion). That’s certainly why I do what I do. Whether restoring an older home back to it’s original beauty or bringing a new one up out of the ground to stand on its own, I love witnessing the nature of the home as it is revealed. To me, exceptional architecture and design transcends the visual. It reaches deep down into one’s soul and attaches to the very essence of our being. It is something that we can connect to and relate to. It calms us and generates a true heartfelt joy. When done well, it is something that you feel at the very core of who you are.
That is why when I saw these photos of a project by Castro Design Studio float across Facebook, I knew that I would have to share them. This Home simply exudes perfection which translates into pure comfort. I hope you enjoy. (more…)
Yep, that’s me. I’d be the idiot that you would usually find hanging off the back of a jet ski with a camera in my hand. In fact, if anyone could draw a caricature of that (Ahem … Kane Hawkins, who happens to be the best illustrator I’ve ever met) I’d love to have one as my new profile pic.
Anyway, here’s a little randomness from the Lake.
Who doesn’t get excited about new construction these days.
Yeah, that’s a Harrison Sign! They’re absolutely everywhere these days.
I don’t think that a day went by when I didn’t see a crane or pump truck in full swing. Love It!
A Collection of Classic Lake Property ~
I guess I was in a classic white, gracious, state of mind this week.
New Editions ~
Local Guys Crushing It!
Docks that embody the essence of Lake Burton ~
While I Love these quintessential boat houses, this more modern one has recently captured my heart.
I think we spend far too much time up here; however, it is one of the best places on earth to waste the day away at.
I would take this one any day of the week. Pretty awesome how it sits real low on the water in such an unassuming manner.
On the other hand, even this one would work just fine. Anything to get in on the Lake and then transform it into the sweetest cottage on the waters.
Until next time…
All my Bests,
Ahh… the waters. The restoring, regenerating, replenishing power of the waters. Nothing that I have found can quite renew my spirit the way that Lake Burton can. I’ve been wanting to write about the lake again for a while now, but, sometimes a post just needs to develop on it’s own. This has been one of those posts. You see, it has taken the unfolding of some personal events and a few national news stories for it to finally take shape and gel.
As you may know, a couple of weeks ago, my entire extended family got together for our annual week up at Lake Burton. One of my favorite outings of the year. Since each family seems to be all over the place these days with – commitments, obligations and responsibilities…travel, play and immediate family – it’s hard to find significant time for everyone to come together as a group. The Lake though. The Lake has the amazing ability to pull us all up there.
As long as I can remember, this place has been an absolute favorite of mine. Going back to my childhood, I have such wonderous and vivid memories of coming up here (occasionally with a good buddy in tow) and stomping through its woods or paddling across her waters for days on end. Everything was an exploration. An imaginative expedition. Now, even though I am older, the adventure still remains.
Let me back up a bit and explain what made this particular year an amazing standout experience. This time I wanted to try something new. Typically, we are wide open from sun up to sun down. 12 hours or so on the water, a Fat supper and then finish the evening with some good old fashioned hanging around the fire pit. We retire to what my wife and I refer to as the cave. A room with no windows. A wickedly comfortable bed. Heavy, heavy drapes over the french doors leading in. And, Cold, Cold, Cold. A perfect place to recharge. A place where I can comfortably sleep in at. This year though, I chose to make a point to wake up early and hit the water before the rest of the world came to. And, I was going to take a few kids with me. I’m so glad that I did. While the first morning came early, it was really cool to hear my youngest son asking, from the foot of my bed, if we could go yet. Instantly, I knew that this was going to be fun. And so we set out. Grabbed some gear. Two dogs. A quick bite and headed out into the dark.
The waters were at peace. We sliced through them with perfect ease. Totally invigorating. Then we slowed to check things out a little closer. Things neither of us had picked up on before. I could see him light up, intrigued by the mystery as we poked along, taking in the surroundings.
Such Cool Stuff, but, here’s where the real fun began. As we began to look at things more closely, we started to talk about dreams. And it got good. Over the coarse of our stay, all of the kids would come along. Sometimes two or three at a time. Sometimes individually. We would cruise the shorelines when all was still and study the homes. By looking at houses (or boat docks, or details) you get a sense of who they are. Of what they wanted to get out of life. You could see what excited them. I would point out a boat dock like this one and talk about the cool features to it.
My little one would totally disagree and lead me to the other side of the channel to this one.
“See, this one is much better. It has more stone, 4 boat slips, a jet ski lift, a jumping platform and a Hot Tub”. I didn’t even know that he had noticed this one before.
Here’s a house that he loves. (Yeah, it has 5 stories).
He’s kind of eclectic. We found this one while trolling through an ubscure cove.
Here’s my daughter’s.
Man, that girl has some style!
My oldest son can’t quite find his on the lake yet. Maybe that’s because it will more than likely be fashioned after the modest Tony Stark (Ironman) lair. I’m certainly going to have to hone my skills if I ever want a shot at building that one.
My wife and I have settled on this one.
Here’s the beauty of the story. As you look into your child’s eyes. As they scan the horizon. And you catch that gleam. That gleam of hope. Of desire. You know it. That “It” is what I am looking for. And, that “It” is what I will fight for. That is what will keep strong men and women, as well as this great nation, moving forward and rising up. As we appraoch this 4th, if you feel that there is no hope in our nation. Like this country is falling in a firey wreck. Look into the eyes of a child. There is so much hope in there and about these days to come. When you really think about it, with the degree of advancement that we are experiencing in today’s world, the level of opportunity has never been as high. We just need to ignore the background noise. So, when those folks say that the coming generations will never have it as good as their predecessors, don’t buy into it. The future is still so bright. You can find it in the eyes of a child. And, when you do find “It”, do everything in your power to make “It” happen.
I found it there.
I found it at the Lake in the early magical hours of the morning.
All My Bests,