The first section of this post has absolutely nothing to do with pottery. One of my other loves is Old Time music. Not Country, not Bluegrass, but the old tunes that came out of the mountains. Songs about murders, train wrecks, lovers done wrong and things made right. Each year there is an "Ole Tyme" (sic) music festival near us at Caesars Creek Pioneer Village.Some of it is a little too bluegrass for me but the part I love is walking around the site listening to the old timers who have been playing this music and carrying on the oral tradition for 60 or 70 years. They gather on the front porch of one of the cabins, under trees or around car trunks and play for the love of it and to pass it on.
The second section shows my recent pottery metamorphosis ( hey I spelled that right the first time). I went from pugging left over native terra cotta and throwing garden pots to setting up for white stoneware. Cleaning the little Peter Pugger was no big deal. 4 bolts and maybe 30 minutes.Scrubbing down the wheel, bats and tools took all afternoon but for a few minutes it's clean. Look fast it won't last.