Last weekend I went with Steph and a fellow pottery enthusiast named Mitch to visit this mythical place of pottery power. Due to time constraints we were only able to spend one day exporing this little hot bed of ceramics goodness, but it left a lasting impresion on me. Every corner, every wall, every store front, and even the local temple were covered in tiny hand made ceramics details.
|A ceramic face peeks out from an overgrown wall.|
|The wall to the local shrine had a tile from every potter that lived in the town.|
|One of the many many kilns we saw just awaiting use in someone's back yard.|
|Oh those Bizen colors.|
|We even managed to get a small hand building lesson.|