Today is just two days shy of my two month anniversary of leaving Fort McMurray, the morning of the evacuation.
I’ve seen photos and posts from friends that have returned, but nothing prepares you for the unexpected wave of emotion to see the scars the fire left behind.
I mean we have all seen what the aftermath of a burn looks like.
Black. Charred. Partially collapsed buildings and homes reminiscent of a post apocalyptic scene.
*Photos in this post are taken from my trip to Warsaw, Poland.
I have always been fascinated with ceramics and handmade pottery. Ever since I became a potter myself it’s become more than just a passion, but a way of life.