To be back with them all after I had moved farther away was in its self an assurance of the ability to stay in touch and continue these dear friendships.
Jack had just built in a sutema towards the back of the kiln, and this helped immensely in the ability to gain temperature in the back.
I met potters traveling as far as North Carolina and Boston, had the opportunity to observe and play a part in different firing techniques, expand my knowledge in clay, and sleep on the screened in porch and wake up to the buzzing of hummingbird wings.
The fire was hard to hold back...it quickly wanted to gain temperature and we finished a day earlier than we had anticipated. But, as the crowds of people stopped by the gallery to buy pots, they were also exposed to the hard work and dedication it takes to fire these beautiful clay works. I felt a sense of pride in the people surrounding me, especially Scott and Debbie for taking such a big step in their life of clay and allowing us all to partake.