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Prompts via Summersgate: June 25: mourning dove
When i was in my last years of high school, we had a shed barn. In a wet snowy period of winter, my parents had sheets of clear plastic hanging in the opening to prevent the snow and rain from blowing in to the hay bales. One morning when i went out to feed the horses i found a mourning dove in the barn. I forget the details now -- i remember the bird flying against the plastic, and i remember i somehow had it in my hands as i rescued it from being trapped. In the moments of holding it, i recognized how it felt as bantam chickens i had held, the weight and texture, how feathers are springy between your hands and the bird. But the colors mesmerized me, soft purply greys and a rich light brown.
Some years later, i was involved with taking people on tours of North Carolina potteries with an art docent. Cole's pottery (I'd have to go dig to find out which specific Cole) has a glaze they call ""dove"" that has the same purply grays over brown. The docent, a friend, bought cups and bowls for me in the glaze as our wedding gift. I can hold the bowls in m y hand and flash back to that tactile memory of the dove, but the color memory is now blurred with the present glazes at hand.
When i was in my last years of high school, we had a shed barn. In a wet snowy period of winter, my parents had sheets of clear plastic hanging in the opening to prevent the snow and rain from blowing in to the hay bales. One morning when i went out to feed the horses i found a mourning dove in the barn. I forget the details now -- i remember the bird flying against the plastic, and i remember i somehow had it in my hands as i rescued it from being trapped. In the moments of holding it, i recognized how it felt as bantam chickens i had held, the weight and texture, how feathers are springy between your hands and the bird. But the colors mesmerized me, soft purply greys and a rich light brown.
Some years later, i was involved with taking people on tours of North Carolina potteries with an art docent. Cole's pottery (I'd have to go dig to find out which specific Cole) has a glaze they call ""dove"" that has the same purply grays over brown. The docent, a friend, bought cups and bowls for me in the glaze as our wedding gift. I can hold the bowls in m y hand and flash back to that tactile memory of the dove, but the color memory is now blurred with the present glazes at hand.
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