August 12 - Sunday invaders and handles

There is an invading army in our backyard, or at least the remnants of one.  Everywhere I looked on Sunday I found cicada shells hanging from our deck.  They weren't there on Friday, so they all had to have hatched between Friday night and Sunday morning.

Every year I am amazed at the amount of shells I find at the base of our willow oaks and our silver maple.  It looks like the mounds of dead left behind after some epic battle.  At times nature is astounding in it's excesses.

In the late afternoon I went to Clayworks and put some handles and decoration on the pots I made on Thursday.  I had planned to glaze some pots, but that would have been 2 to 4 hours on my feet and I couldn't do it after the show the day before.

The load-out, load-in, setup, show, break-down, load-out, load-in cycle takes more out of me these days.  I hobble around for a couple of days after each pottery show since I am on my feet for most of it.  The next day my knees and ankles have to be forced to bend.  I don't want to complain, since I really love doing shows, but each one I do takes more recovery time.  Ah, isn't aging wonderful?

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2009-05-16 Saturday Waxhaw Spring Fest

Saturday we (Becky and I) were in Waxhaw for the Waxhaw Spring Fest. It was a nice festival with lots of great food and entertainment and some crafts. While the sky looked ominous most of the day, it really only rained a small amount in the afternoon.

We had lots of people stop in and look at our work, but nobody bought a thing from us all day. It was discouraging, but we still had fun, well, because we have fun. Thanks to my great boothmate for making the day shine without the sun.

You can see Becky's pictures here.

The sky behind the sign says it all.

Becky during the setup.

Me during the setup.

Pots, pots, pots.

Great birds and cave art.

I wanted to take a picture of this kid with his blue face and asked his Mom if I could. As I advanced on him with the camera he wasn't quite sure about me. After Mom assured him it was alright, he lightened up a bit and then it was back into the cotton candy.

"Who's that big guy with the camera?"

"Are you sure, Mom?"

"Ok, then."

"Wait a minute!
You're cuttin' into my cotton candy time!"

Civil War battle re-enactment.

Becky and Susan catching up.

At the crossroads.