A stormy afternoon - July 15

Storm clouds approaching from Canoe

With Janet now working from home, the pottery area is off limits during the day (she needs/deserves the quiet!) 

But every day, as 4:30 approaches, I am reminded of the opening theme from The Flintstones, where the sqwak of the bird signals the end of the work day!  

Two wheels, ready for the workday to begin!

The is the moment that Tonia and I rush over to Janet and Glen's for an evening of clay time! 
  

Still a few hints of blue over Sicamous

And so, on Monday, the three of us converged at 'the studio' (that is, under their deck), eager to open the kiln and see how the last bisque load survived. It was going to be time do start glazing.    

But as we worked to unload the kiln, we could see dark clouds rolling in from the direction of Canoe. 

We could see lightning on the other side of Bastion

There was still some blue sky on the Sicamous side of the lake, but the clouds were most certainly rolling in our direction. 
  

Soon, we saw a few lightning strikes on the other side of Bastion Mountain.   


Those strikes that we didn't see, we certainly could hear!

It was delicious sitting under the porch, feeling the wind blowing in, hearing the thunder, knowing the rain was falling on the other side of the lake, and wondering when it would arrive on our side. 

Here is a little video clip so you can see the spread of weather across the horizon.

adding underglaze under the porch!

Eventually, the clouds broke right overhead and the rain came down.

But Tonia, Janet and I were happily occupied under the deck, safe from the rain, listening to groovy tunes on Satellite radio.  

Tonia sat at one wheel throwing pots, while Janet and I sat putting wax resist and under-glaze on our newly bisqued bowls, mugs, and pendants.    

clouds headed up the river

We maybe had a half hour of soaking rain, and then the clouds moved along, delivering water to others further down the lake.

We all took turns reflecting on the delicious smell, mostly as a saucy way of using the word "Petrichor" in a sentence (since we all recently learned that this is the correct word to describe the smell of a long-awaited rainfall).

And the sun comes back.

Now, the Sicamous end of the lake carried the clouds in what looked almost like a sling of light, and the sun broke out again at the Canoe end of the lake.

Could there be a more perfect evening?!

Hey!  It looks like the sun is wearing sunglasses....