As I was pondering another blog post with yet another decorated pot (Two just emerged from the kiln), I was browsing pictures that I had liked enough to process and save. I stopped on this one and felt myself drifting into it…recalling that day, that moment that captured more than my eye. I came across others as I browsed, moments that never made it to the blog or any other mode of sharing, and decided to honor a few of those. I will also include a shot of each of the pots that I like as photographs…as moments worth recalling.
Weary of trying for decent images of art as art,
I allowed my butterfly pot to alight upon old Chicago bricks.
Long after the Spring’s abundant blooming,
a single Wisteria vine dances en l’air.
My old dog, Music, continues to teach me
to smell, taste, and listen as I step into the muck.
My cat, Pearl, eats, drinks, and is merry…
bef0re stretching out to absorb the light.
The light broke through like magic
as the water rushed the shore.
I place my lizard pot on a stump to photograph,
but my camera prefers the stump to the pot.
After breaking free from her old outgrown skin,
the cicada dries her wings before flight.
A Dance of Balance 