Fishing trip.
I caught my first fish at age seven with my dad at my side. I'm older here, obviously.
This trip out into Monterey Bay, oh, my father was miserable.
Seasick so much.
Still, the whirr of the reel would catch his attention . . . .
I'm not sure we caught those or if we were gifted by cousins on the same trip. The conditions were raw that time, and we went out more than once.
1996?
Art, Book reviews, Ceramics, Photographs, Postcards, Quick Fiction, Quotations, and (Usually Aquatic) Reflections. (P.S. This blog looks better in the web version.)
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Pedagogical Clay
For strict pedagogical reasons, I asked my college students to work with clay.
Here are some of the results of the experiment.
Aren't these cool?
Sunday, November 26, 2017
"Though Whether Those Feet"
"The heels of Milgrim's Tanky and Tojo brogues, as he sat astride the high, raked pillion of Benny's Yamaha, didn't quite touch the cobbles of this tiny square. Something about the angle of his feet recalled some childhood line-drawing from Don Quixote, though whether those feet had been the knight's or Sancho Panza's, he didn't know."
--William Gibson, Zero History
Friday, November 24, 2017
"His First Drug"
"Reading, his therapist had suggested, had likely been his first drug."
--William Gibson, Zero History
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Autumn Dreams
Gemini, Sleeping--A Mask: sculpture mix; denim, transparent brown, and clear glazing, layered.