Jo Nakashima, an Origami artist, posted a new design of a Snowman on YouTube.
Origami Snowman 12.10.2017
The design uses three pieces of paper; one for the body, another for the scarf and one for the hat.
It was quite a lot of work folding the snowman – almost as much as making one in the snow!
I chose this model because five inches of snow fell last night.
This is the first snowfall this Winter in Cambridge.
The fluffy white stuff covers tree branches, roof tops and the ground. It looks so pretty.
Plows worked all through the night to clear the roads and sidewalks.
I could hear the scraping sound of the vehicles removing snow from the street as I dosed off to sleep.
Snow Outside My Window 12.10.2017
On a beautiful, 70 degree Fall day, I watched sculls slice through the Charles River propelled by crew members rowing in sync.
Crew Team. Head of the Charles. 10.22.2017
Spectators cheered from along the banks of the river or over bridges. The occasional clang of cowbells egged on teams.
Crowds at Head of the Charles. 10.22.2017
This was the Head of the Charles Regatta – an annual rowing competition on the Charles River separating Boston and Cambridge, MA.
The pattern of boats on the Charles made me think of modular Origami. I found an instructional video for the Umulius Rectangulum or Magic Rings.
Umulius Rectangulum 10.24.2017
The folding took a while and six dollar bills were needed. Two bills formed each of the two rings or links. It was rather satisfying to see how the three links fit together.
Annoying noise on the table. Abbreviated gyrations. Receipt of a text message.
Pleasantries from New York City followed by a request and an invitation.
A friend needs a place to stay overnight.
She will miss the last ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. Plans to open her island house for the summer. Why don’t I join her for the weekend? Is it June already?
I love the Vineyard and the sea. But, I’m exhausted from work and the last weekend activities.
Affirmative response to the request and negative one for the invitation.
That night, my dreams are filled with the sound of waves, silvery fish, seahorses, the warmth of the sun, a beach and seashells.
It’s late when she arrives on Friday evening. Gift of lovely white roses.
White Roses 6.4.2017
We chat: her son’s graduation, relationship with her husband and his Indian family, the Martha’s Vineyard house, her new job. I complain about the usual.
We’re up early the next morning, she to catch the ferry at Woods Hole, me for my weekly swim at the Y.
I navigate as she hastily drives through Harvard Square then on to Central Square.
“How pretty Cambridge is,” she remarks.
She drops me off at the YMCA and I watch the back of her car disappear down Massachusetts Avenue.