Atlantic House Double
The Atlantic House, Final Moments
It was September 21, 1989. On Folly Beach, the swells of the Atlantic were growing and sending vibrations up the pilings into the Atlantic House. The old structure had weathered storms before and survived the wrath of hurricanes which had visited the shores of Folly Island. A popular spot normally filled with the voices of people and the activities of the employees who worked there, the Atlantic House was this day being battened down to sustain the force of whatever was to come. When the doors had been closed and the last person left, no human was to ever see and experience The Atlantic House again. The Charleston landmark sat in dead silence and calm as the turbulence grew without and the fateful rendezvous approached.
The Atlantic House, the Morning After
The crashing sounds of the final moments were over and the Atlantic House was now rubble, having met its fate in the center of the storm. The calm of the eye of Hurricane Hugo had in eerie fashion passed, and the full brunt of the Hurricane returned to Folly Beach on the backside of the eye. As the early hours of the morning wore on, the fury of the storm began to subside; and as daylight approached, a calm similar to that eye settled in. Out on Folly Beach, daylight revealed the destruction of the early morning furry. It was a grim and empty sight, and there was a great feeling of loss among those who stood there and gazed at what once was. The still of that morning was broken by the imagination of those who stood there and thought of what had occurred on that very ground just hours earlier. A ferocious storm surge had moved through that spot, lifting the Atlantic House and carrying it into history.
Size: 20” x 31 ½”
For information on purchasing this print, please email madelinecarolart@gmail.com
The Atlantic House, Final Moments
It was September 21, 1989. On Folly Beach, the swells of the Atlantic were growing and sending vibrations up the pilings into the Atlantic House. The old structure had weathered storms before and survived the wrath of hurricanes which had visited the shores of Folly Island. A popular spot normally filled with the voices of people and the activities of the employees who worked there, the Atlantic House was this day being battened down to sustain the force of whatever was to come. When the doors had been closed and the last person left, no human was to ever see and experience The Atlantic House again. The Charleston landmark sat in dead silence and calm as the turbulence grew without and the fateful rendezvous approached.
The Atlantic House, the Morning After
The crashing sounds of the final moments were over and the Atlantic House was now rubble, having met its fate in the center of the storm. The calm of the eye of Hurricane Hugo had in eerie fashion passed, and the full brunt of the Hurricane returned to Folly Beach on the backside of the eye. As the early hours of the morning wore on, the fury of the storm began to subside; and as daylight approached, a calm similar to that eye settled in. Out on Folly Beach, daylight revealed the destruction of the early morning furry. It was a grim and empty sight, and there was a great feeling of loss among those who stood there and gazed at what once was. The still of that morning was broken by the imagination of those who stood there and thought of what had occurred on that very ground just hours earlier. A ferocious storm surge had moved through that spot, lifting the Atlantic House and carrying it into history.
Size: 20” x 31 ½”
For information on purchasing this print, please email madelinecarolart@gmail.com
The Atlantic House, Final Moments
It was September 21, 1989. On Folly Beach, the swells of the Atlantic were growing and sending vibrations up the pilings into the Atlantic House. The old structure had weathered storms before and survived the wrath of hurricanes which had visited the shores of Folly Island. A popular spot normally filled with the voices of people and the activities of the employees who worked there, the Atlantic House was this day being battened down to sustain the force of whatever was to come. When the doors had been closed and the last person left, no human was to ever see and experience The Atlantic House again. The Charleston landmark sat in dead silence and calm as the turbulence grew without and the fateful rendezvous approached.
The Atlantic House, the Morning After
The crashing sounds of the final moments were over and the Atlantic House was now rubble, having met its fate in the center of the storm. The calm of the eye of Hurricane Hugo had in eerie fashion passed, and the full brunt of the Hurricane returned to Folly Beach on the backside of the eye. As the early hours of the morning wore on, the fury of the storm began to subside; and as daylight approached, a calm similar to that eye settled in. Out on Folly Beach, daylight revealed the destruction of the early morning furry. It was a grim and empty sight, and there was a great feeling of loss among those who stood there and gazed at what once was. The still of that morning was broken by the imagination of those who stood there and thought of what had occurred on that very ground just hours earlier. A ferocious storm surge had moved through that spot, lifting the Atlantic House and carrying it into history.
Size: 20” x 31 ½”
For information on purchasing this print, please email madelinecarolart@gmail.com