the climatic soda firing. There's so much leading up to a firing after making for two months and getting it all glazed and wadded and loaded and then you realize, whew! you're firing the kiln! You made it! Now the kiln is cooling for two days and I'll get to peek in Wednesday night possibly and see what all the fuss was about. Here's some pictures of the recent events to keep you on your seat:
Bisqueware everywhere ready to load, and more around the corner....I had plenty of leftovers as usual because I always make too much. But it's nice to have more than enough to load and choose between than not enough.

I spray each pot with a wood ash wash right before I load it into the kiln. I gingerly pick it up by the base, careful not to smudge any of the fine ash spray and walk it over to the kiln and load it in.

Loading the shelves...

Bricking up the door, I build in a lot of "peeps" or spyholes that I can later spray soda into and look into the kiln while it's firing.

Checking the cones early into the firing:

My garden sprayer that I use to spray all the soda in wasn't working. As a general rule of thumb, I test it with water early on in the firing when I'm waiting around for cones to fall, just to make sure it's still working. These things aren't made for such high temps, and lately it's not been holding pressure. So it was barely working and I decided to go with a different route to put the soda in and made a soda ash, baking soda and whiting mixture. I layered up some on this angle iron and dropped it into the firebox. Later on, my garden sprayer decided to start working, so then I sprayed some soda into the door peeps on the front and back of the kiln. I am worried about changing up my usual routine when I finally had determined the soda amount that I prefer in this kiln and have been since over analyzing my decision. We'll see. I keep on telling myself that it's good to try new things.

Here's the glowing hot kiln after I turned it off:

The next few days are the days in between when I rest, recover, and wonder. And what does a girl do on her day off? Catch up on sleep and get out for a walk with my camera. Oddly enough, I've noticed that sometimes my weekends fall on Mondays, which feels shamefully satisfying. I enjoyed perching on the rocks and watching the water carelessly flow by while early fall leaves fluttered to the ground.

This is the current view of Little Rock Creek, near Roan Mountain.
"Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul."