#17 summer solstice 2013

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Last weekend I was vary aware of smell. Friday with a small campfire in the kiln the woodsmoke was friendly, in the evening every time I walked to the house I got the most luscious  wafts of honey suckle. Before midnight the smoke smell shifted with the heat to be a real kiln smell and Saturday the acid quality of reduction atmosphere kicked in. Today we shoveled coals out of the fire box and there is another familiar sharp smell of hot coals. As I remember I make connections between smell and place and time shape and use.

_MG_6223.jpg"We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love--a connection between things."
-- Mary Ruefle, "Someone Reading a Book is a Sign of Order in the World," Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures

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