It's getting to be a lot like

 July out there.
The blueberries are coming in, tomatoes,squash, peaches and all the good things that come with summer.
I am behind by 3 years on a summer garden instead I help my local growers out by buying from them.

On the pottery front. We are working on taking pictures of the new work that is coming from Ms. B. We have tried twice to set up something in the studio and shoot after the sun goes down. The good thing about rebuilding our work space after July 8th 2008 when we had a fire was adding more light in with more windows. The bad thing about all those windows is the reflections they add.
We set up a spot and waited until the sun went down to shoot.
While Mark was using his camera I had my point and shoot.

 We did get some random shoots that were okay, but we are not getting what we really want. We think it comes down to the lens on his camera and are now doing some research on what we could switch to as well as a different back ground. I like the black, but the camera and color off the all black is not working with many of the glazes.
We have always know that we would rather make pots than shoot them. We also know that if you really want a good shoot you hire a professional.  We have done that in the past and it is probably time to take that step again. What we would like is to set up an online store and with that we need a set up that would work all the time for us to shoot and post.
The challenge of selling work in the digital age.

 This glaze on the honey pot is one that has been around and now back again for us. When we were firing in the big gas kiln we could no longer get this to come out for us. In Ms. B it is happy as happy can be. We are slowly putting it on mugs, juice cups and honey pots. Next up is some larger work such as lamps.

Below- yes, that is us with one of our first goats in our makeshift milking contraption that Mark built.
I had a small herd of milk goats that we were raising, but this city girl never learn how to milk a goat. I was up there keeping her from kicking while Mark worked the milking.
I recently found this picture in a box of pictures that Mark's mom had.
A real walk back in time for us, I always wonder where my life would have gone if I had continuing the life of a goat herder. I was making goat cheese in 70's and could not give it away. We loved it, but anytime I tried to share it was a different story. The goats, my girls, are for another day.
Today, it is back to the clay pit.