The men are softening the clay before molding them into pots. They laugh and talk while working, sometimes pausing to make jokes. The kids are left alone to play with the clay. This is a Sunday, so the kids have no school. It looks like the whole barangay is there watching the others work, watching us take photos and helping explain to us the mechanics of pottery.
The clay, by the way, is taken (bought) from the mountains at the back of the municipality, but after generations of doing that, the mountains are slowly dwindling so the source of the clay is getting farther and farther away.
1 comment:
great shot! they must've made a LOT of potteries.
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