a place called Atalaya

One of the places Beth took me two weekends ago was a lovely, historic beach home named Atalaya (Spanish for watchtower). Built by a businessman for his sculptor wife, it sits feet from the beach, a refuge for Archer and Anna Huntington. The perfect introverts’ sanctuary since it has no guest quarters. On purpose. I so get these people.


Ok, so from the outside, it doesn’t look all that incredible. I mean, the teal is cool, but just wait until we get inside…


But first we have to appreciate the teal door. I mean, hello. Teal.


And hello, Atalaya.


Oh, a beautiful courtyard, how terrible. That just won’t do. Said no one ever.


A door in Anna’s outdoor sculpting area.


Anna made all the wrought iron pieces covering the windows.


Clearly she had some skill with iron.


And I held up the people behind us so I could get this shot. What can I say? I have a thing for hallways. And the teal door at the end made it the perfect choice for a focal black & white effect.


I cannot get enough of these awesome textures.


It almost makes me want to paint every door in my house teal.


Believe me, if I could move into Atalaya, I would have. Even if I had to sleep in the icebox.

Many thanks to this lady for introducing me to Atalaya. And for playing “we’ve been murdered!” with me. (Refer to this post for proof.)

Thursday I’ll share pics of the beachfront part of our adventure . . .


  1. Beth Pensinger
    Jul 30, 2013 @ 20:46:37

    And many thanks to you for sharing the awesomeness otherwise known as the pictures above! 🙂


    • halee
      Jul 30, 2013 @ 20:50:36

      Just trying my best to do Atalaya justice. What a beautiful place.


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