In effort to get out of my pottery creation funk, I took much of the weekend off to rejuvenate in nature. Friday afternoon, I headed to the foothills of the Shenandoahs to commune with my critter friends and flora. Saturday we headed up the National Park (thank you Teddy) and took a short hike to Mary’s Rock. We were blanketed in fog most of the way, reminding me of the Pacific Northwest more than Memorial Day in Northern Virginia. However, I much preferred the cooling effects of the fog.
I found some great textures and colors that will simmer in that creative pot called my soul.
I returned to town on Sunday morning to load the kiln, which we fired on Monday. I’ll post pics later this week.