When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
Friday afternoon, Patrick started a small, bright fire in the EMU train kiln we loaded last Wednesday. He burned mostly pine, kindling, and bits of…
This is where I just spent a sleepless night and a smoky morning/afternoon… I’ll write about the firing later tonight.
Apparently students at EMU are prone to driving through the yellow arms of parking gates — the kind that go up and down to let…
When I close my eyes I still see swirling, licking, liquid flame patterns… maybe a good night’s sleep will cure it.