Lots of Bottles

As usual,a few toppled over and stuck to more illustrious pots [often Meir's],requiring delicate [but usually successful] surgical separation.
The first group are porcelain; the next one has an interesting salmon pattern under a grey,elephant-like crackly skin; then come two fired lying down [less danger of falling over],giving a nice flowing ash line [also the one on the right in last picture]. The round white-ish patches,for the uninitiated,are left by refractory pads placed to keep the pots from sticking to the shelf [which some do regardless]. They are a part of the off-beat aesthetic of anagama,which favours the incomplete,the irregular and the incident-prone,so you'd better get used to it. Actually,I didn't like anagama pots for many years- they are an acquired taste- but one worth acquiring. I remember feeling the same way about Dylan and Hendrix when I first heard them as a teenager- weird and disturbing music that took a while to digest. Bob Marley was another story,he should rest in peace- love at first sound.