Lids again…1

I found a little treasure in my woodpile I’d forgotten about. A chunk of pine burl I got from my grandfather that I’d set aside a long time ago. Burl had such beautiful figuring, and every one, in fact, every slice is vastly different.

I still have some of the wood jewellery boxes that my grandfather made, in which he used bookmatched slices of walnut burl to decorate the lids. He passed on before I really got serious as a potter, so I never had a chance to show him any of my work. I think he’d have gotten a kick out of these lids.