Yesterday, it felt like summer.
It was one of those days that you walked through the walls of heat.
Taking a breath was as if you had just stepped into a hot sauna.
Then it rained, and, with the rain, came a clean coolness to the air.
I am sitting here listening to the day wake up as the sounds of the bugs change from the talk of cool to the telling of heat that is coming.
They always have so much to tell us if we listen.
Mark was making some pots for orders the other day when he switched over to some bottles.
He was making these with a quick hand and an open mind.
Don't over think them....
There are times that so much thought can be placed in a pot that it just tightens all the space around it.
Then there are times when you just make the pot, no thought, just let it go.
The next kiln load will have more lamps in it.
These are well on their way to being stamped and carved.
We had to laugh at this lovely second from the last kiln.
It really came out very nice.
The iron red with wood ash.
So careful was the glazing and placing in the kiln.
But, what were we thinking when we decided that the pot needed to go from low vase to jar.
A lid was thrown for it out of a different clay body, we forgot they were different.
And, yes, the clay body of the pot shrank more than the lid clay body.
The answer: we were not.
It is a lovely doorstop.