This is an archived photo of my parent's Furbie hanging out in one of my wheel thrown pots. Furbie can only muster up enough strength to tell me he is going to go back to sleep. I miss working on the wheel and making things with clay.
Have a view of my daily photos or photos from my past. We all need to document the world around us visually. What I see is mostly what you get.
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Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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That's a lovely pot, Larry. Other than "ash trays" etc in grammar school, I've never worked with clay. We visit "Mark of the Potter" in the n. GA mountains and I love to watch the potters work.
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