Each cycle of a firing feels like I am growing new bones. As I photograph pots with materials from the garden it’s like I am relearning my work by re-imaging a vision. I aim to see with an inventive view maybe that of a bee or to capture the novelty of a new home or to see afresh with the eye of a traveler. Today is my birthday, which marks another spin around the year. There’s no idea how long I have or how strong we are but I aim to keep trying to capture something specific, perhaps as clear as the view when the sun emerges after a long rainy stretch.

new bones

we will wear
new bones again.
we will leave
these rainy days,
break out through
another mouth
into sun and honey time.
worlds buzz over us like bees,
we be splendid in new bones.
other people think they know
how long life is.
how strong life is.
we know.

–Lucille Clifton