I keep making Octopuses, I just can’t help it.
I go to make an elephant and the trunk makes me think
I would like to be making an Octopus right now. Then the poor elephant has heard my thoughts … well, is my thoughts, and the trunk comes out a bit too long and octopus-like.
well … they are kind of similar ..
this one came out of the kiln with an arm pointing to it’s eye like a gangster would do.
“I’m watching You!”
Of course getting the “eye” might not be to me, it could be to
some shenanigans going on in the heat of the kiln.
“I’m watching You!”
like in the Mermaid and the Octopus moment. When I made them, their hands were a breath away from touching, then as they dried, Octopus kept raising her arm higher, and who knows where those arms went while in the kiln, but this is how they finished.
Coming down for another touch , moving away or somewhere in between?
I’ll never know
this is what I love about all this, its unpredictably.




























Will she choose the big one or the little one?











The Elephants are traveling, single file, right into a soft cushioned box bound for SaltSpring Island BC
There is magic to be discovered with these beings

      
a real softie under that tough exterior












I found this little one hiding under a board way up high on the freshly swept deck. A bright green spot in an impossible place. Once safely in a jar I carried this little frog out to the rock garden and opened the top. “You’re safe now, you can go out to your world.”
She climbed to the rim and just stayed there. Her heart was pulsing so rapidly, maybe from the fright of this adventure. 
I waited and waited for her to leap off to freedom but she just sat there and so we waited together.
M Until finally, she leaped out into the green.
And now it’s a hide and seek game. Can you see her?
















I’ve seen this tree trunk many many times, but this time I saw it … upside down










