Jazz Martin

The Heart Mightier Than The Pen

Walking up the high drive towards the gabled barn entrance, Jeremy saw a docent silhouetted against the outpouring luminescence of LEDs hanging from the rafters, their ancient adze scars a rustic landscape of ridges and valleys transmuted into urbanity by the metal-clad wiring running lengthwise on the underside of every beam, its courses interrupted only by constellations of warm light.