rummaging in the past
Not long back from a trip to my Alma Mater - Otago University, Dunedin. Drove out round the peninsula to broad bay to find a shop filled with china and glassware from every imaginable era and level of fanciness; road hugging the harbour, lanes often empty of any traffic but us. The smell of bracken, clouds of cold wavering over my skin, dispersed by sudden sun bringing to life the talk of four seasons in an hour.
Found, at last, my old friends and neighbours - having located themselves exquisitely (as is their wont) in victorian ease, with land all round, and space enough for wood-fired kilns as large as a Sydney house. Stole from Peter the most exquisite little test pot (he gave me a little tenmoku teacup which is finished and perfect) - with crystalline, aqua opalescence on an amber glaze base.
Drove through land, on roads that the map said were NOT roads, but fairweather four-wheel drive tracks, to flooded valleys that figured in an exhibition by Rachel Hirabayashi (landscapes with two horizons - the flooded, and the sky), and on to a wedding in the open air.
It felt like gathering up innumerable loose ends of a life. And feeling the richer for that weaving.
Found, at last, my old friends and neighbours - having located themselves exquisitely (as is their wont) in victorian ease, with land all round, and space enough for wood-fired kilns as large as a Sydney house. Stole from Peter the most exquisite little test pot (he gave me a little tenmoku teacup which is finished and perfect) - with crystalline, aqua opalescence on an amber glaze base.
Drove through land, on roads that the map said were NOT roads, but fairweather four-wheel drive tracks, to flooded valleys that figured in an exhibition by Rachel Hirabayashi (landscapes with two horizons - the flooded, and the sky), and on to a wedding in the open air.
It felt like gathering up innumerable loose ends of a life. And feeling the richer for that weaving.
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