Tempests

TEMPESTS

‘A captivating step through a dimensional seam where the ancient landscape shows the brief scratches and misty remnants of human passage. Each one of these two dozen or so pieces wants to tell you that something happened here – not something necessarily bad or good, or even pleasant, but something. Railway ties in the dusky damp, a cluster of trees too sturdy to succumb, buildings obscured by the very atmosphere of place.’
James J. Patterson, Author