|--||Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey|
#16 summer solstice 2013
We closed up the kiln around 3pm this afternoon. The weekend was full of people moving wood, stoking, cooking, talking and eating. The days and nights were broken into three hour shifts and the shifts are marked by twenty minute cycles of stoking: letting the wood burn down, listening for the change in sound and then filling the firebox again. Fragments of conversation fill my mind as the experience of this firing gets added to the progression of firings. It was a sterling crew and beautiful weather. Firing in the summer was a great contrast to our usual fall timing because the long days make the nights seem short in comparison.
"We have only fragments -- but even this seems fitting, for what is the moment but a fragment of greater time?"