My first pottery class

This monday I found myself with hands thick in clay and the wooden bat over the wheel all soiled and no cylinder in sight.I cant help wishing the moist clone 10 clay would become a chocolate slab somehow. It must be the dessert effect.Chocolate cake at Pita Jungle. Chocolate in soft, sauce and hardened triangle forms.
It didnt bother me that while a lawyer was churning out perfect cylinders, I was making disposable waffle bowls, sometimes with no base(This one cannot hold any icecream. Reminds me of a greeting card which had the picture of a spoon with a giant hole in it to prevent a person from eating too much. I thought it was too offensive and crass, lets just look at it as the outcome of a poorly skilled smith). The target is getting a thing into the damp room.
In the cleaning up time of mess created by one wheel, 10 babies could be washed.

I am not a farmer..

but I know that this is the havest season of citrus fruits. Today a friend of mine walked home with two bags of grapefruit grown in his colleague's backyard. Last week, I had an orange from pro hiker's backyard.

Eyes on the Loft

At an Ann Taylor loft store, waiting for a friend who's trying out black pants that will be discarded for their baggy look, my eyes caught a huge frame on the top. It could have been a picture if it showed what was. The distance between the eyes showed signs of tinkering. The right eye had life in it with just the upper eyelash in dark and the eye white. The left eye was pale in life but black bright forced by both the eyelashes.
This frame broke the rules of symmetry for beauty. Dawns on me the difference between reporting and making(substitute?)

Imagine

the thunder
when veggies at fry's
are sprinkled.