
From the organizers
Last Thursday thirty-two people filled the clay co-op basement on 4th Street. Nobody asked about job titles or portfolio links; we simply split twelve pounds of stoneware, passed around tea mugs, and let two hours drift by in focused tactile rhythm.
Saturday at sunrise brought forty-degree drizzle along the east river ridge trail. Eleven runners met beside the old ferry slip anyway, ran five muddy miles at conversational pace, and ended with hot bagels on wet municipal benches.




Visual evidence
Last weekend in frames
Candid medium-format rolls sent in by local circle members. No lighting rigs or posed lineups—just real people claiming space together.
The Friday dispatch
One short email every Friday at seven in the morning with weekend circle locations, host notes, and rain plans.
