Fresh water clams, pottery and silos.

There's a particular spot near William Pond, on the American River, where tiny islands break up the flow. There, hundreds of fresh water clam shells lie in the sand. I've collected these over the years, and then went back to collect more. Just a couple of days later, with summer and the melting snow, the river rose and the beach is covered.

Sun falls on the silos through my skylights.

Several years ago, the City dug up the street at 9th & J. All the material was
collected by archeologists, catalogued and I got some of the rejects.
I've been saving about four boxes ever since, and now I'm breaking up
the shards into small pieces and adding them to the vessels. Not all the
pieces have what's called crazing, but the texture is wonderful. All that
history and old, dried, 100 year old mudd. Romantic.