It is the morning, before the mind gets bombarded with the doings that make up days. The morning coffee is made. Lynn is still sleeping. The pendulum on the clock is the only sound as it measures off time in a relaxed and gentle way. The clock was my great grand parents and has been in the family for over 100 years. It has been a constant and reliable companion every morning since childhood. The dialog that it has with time, opens me up, to the endless possibilities of the day, a sure cure for the poverty of the imagination.
The work for the fall firing is starting. Now that the spring firing has been properly dealt with all thoughts are looking ahead to the fall.
Beginning at the beginning is always good ... mixing clay is what is in store for the day.
Here are some pics of tea bowls from the last firing.
Make good pots,
~Craig
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I like that last tea bowl the best. Years ago I collected oak antiques and had an antique wall clock; the ticking was wonderful to hear and it chimed on the hour. I think I had to wind it up with a key about once week. Now that you've mentioned your grandfather's I'm wishing I had it back, but then again I have the memory.
The ticking of a clock is so soothing. Like Linda, I used to have a ticking clock also. I often miss it and it's gentle company.
thx for your blog it made my day. I'm a potter in Australia who normally fires in oxidation and am taking part in a group wood fire next month- my first. thought I'd do some searching for stories and have loved reading and looking here
I enjoyed your posts Craig. Having only fired about 5 times with wood I appreciate the work and care that you and your crew put into the prep, firing and after.
Thanks Teresa! Glad that you have taken to wood firing. I find that it is the nicest thing that I can do for my pots.
Cheers,
Make Good Pots,
~Craig
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