Roanoke was a place, at first tantalizingly beautiful, then almost demonic in it’s destructive tempests.

John White was an artist who fell under the spell of Roanoke’s beauty, forming a dream of establishing a home there.

However, in the end, this dream was to cost him everything his family, his possessions, his life’s work.

Last of all his dream, like a fine piece of crystal dropped on a stone floor shattered into tiny fragments.