thoughts and images of clay, pottery and wood firing as part of life at Bog Pond Pottery, here in the western mountains of Maine... to see more pieces click "older posts" at bottom and continue...
Friday, October 2, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Rainy day
heavy rains have fallen today, throughout last night and into today
a good day for me...
no working on broken transmission cooling lines in the truck
no replacing the rocker panels on the jeep
no house painting
no wood cutting and splitting
no chimney repair and etc. etc.
no gallery customers in the rain, though I'd love some
no bulkhead repair to finish...
just some studio time, the bisque kiln to monitor
and a comfortable smile across my face!
imagine that!
and yes....
bread is in the oven as we speak...
a good day for me...
no working on broken transmission cooling lines in the truck
no replacing the rocker panels on the jeep
no house painting
no wood cutting and splitting
no chimney repair and etc. etc.
no gallery customers in the rain, though I'd love some
no bulkhead repair to finish...
just some studio time, the bisque kiln to monitor
and a comfortable smile across my face!
imagine that!
and yes....
bread is in the oven as we speak...
Monday, September 28, 2015
Eclipse
the eclipse last night was beautiful
most especially, because my 11 year old son Wyatt was watching with me...
snuggled into my jacket to ward off the cold of the air...
it was his first eclipse
we pretended we were cavemen seeing the moon change for the first time
imagining what that would be like...
how it might seem, those many years ago, seeing this with no prior knowledge of such an event...
the coyotes howled, shooting stars floated by
and we experienced the magic of things
together, right here in our front yard...
most especially, because my 11 year old son Wyatt was watching with me...
snuggled into my jacket to ward off the cold of the air...
it was his first eclipse
we pretended we were cavemen seeing the moon change for the first time
imagining what that would be like...
how it might seem, those many years ago, seeing this with no prior knowledge of such an event...
the coyotes howled, shooting stars floated by
and we experienced the magic of things
together, right here in our front yard...
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Bushmills
somehow this seemed easier before…
the tractor of my dreams remains in the land of dreams
in good company, laughing at me wryly with many others
as they sit around the fire at night and chuckle at my continued silliness...
as they sit around the fire at night and chuckle at my continued silliness...
I'm still… hauling the logs by hand out to the trails
it is closer than a gym and costs no money…
it seemed easier before
that’s what I tell myself anyway…
with only the March and April racks left to fill
I am remembering my Irish grandfather…
after a long day of pounding nails well past his 60’s
he’d sit in his stuffed chair in the evening
and call out to my grandmother...
Hazel… will you bring me my “medicine”…
soon she would enter like an angel,
carrying a clear glass of amber with 2 ice cubes
and I’d watch him sip the physical aches and pains away
as his crooked smile would return and he’d speak of his day…
someday I’ll get that tractor, at least that's what I tell myself anyway…
for now, though, I have my Bushmills,
in a beautiful cup... shimmering with the melted ash of trees...
in a beautiful cup... shimmering with the melted ash of trees...
Monday, September 21, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
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