Ever since we were pottery students we were taught to clean your area because there was someone coming behind you.
So these are Mark's tools at the end of the day.
All ready for use.
Now where are mine?
I am not as good as he is in the department and I am sometimes taken by surprise at the mess I leave behind me. I tend to walk in and think who was on my wheel last night while I was sleeping?
I love that fresh light look that it gives everything.
It looks like promises yet to come.
Ever since I was a kid I have loved the promise of a good path...
Christmas is coming and I am still packing.
Best get to it.