This mural in Cambridge’s Central Square pays tribute to Marc Chagall.
While this looks like it may have been created by Dr. Suess, it was actually designed by architect Frank Gehry. It is the Strata Center at MIT. I’d never heard of it or seen it until six months ago. Just after Christmas, a friend and I saw a slide show of Boston sites and there were images of the Strata Center included. We knew we had to find it.
“I love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.” Og Mandino
The pillars around the doors to this building at MIT were rather striking. The featured image was made as a city bus passed by and created these rather dramatic light rails. The other image shows the entrance without the bus.
Yesterday, my wife and I participated in the Tour de Donuts in the Boston area. The event was held in memory of Rick Archer, who lost his life in a cycling accident involving an automobile this spring. The idea was to teach people about safe cycling, raising money to help advocate for cycling safety, having fun, and…eating donuts.
The group of sixty riders met at Bloc Café in Somerville. We started by eating some Union Square Doughnut donut holes while listening to a cycling safety lecture. There was another talk at a local cycle shop a few blocks away. Much of the talk was on how to use bike lanes and interact with cars/drivers in urban traffic.
Then, we headed out around the MIT campus in Cambridge and over the bridge to Boston. We visited the Back Bay, SOWA and Downtown Crossing areas of Boston. There were more stops to eat donuts at both Blackbird Donuts’ stand at the SOWA market and mini-donuts at Red Apple Farm. All of the city riding gave us the opportunity to practice what we’d learned. Our group had some very experienced riders who helped us with managing in traffic.
It was a blast riding through places we typically only stroll. The ride ended at a local brewery where we shared a drink and a few laughs. My wife and I really hope they do this again next year. We also learned about other venues for finding about cycling outings in the city.
Here is video of our ride through Downtown Crossing:
I chose this image of Boston’s inner harbor for today’s post because the harbor will be anything but quiet today. A parade of tall ships is arriving for a five-day stay in Boston. The list of ships is long and they are expecting two million people to view the parade. As thrilling as that would be, we had already opted for a charity bicycle tour in another part of the city. With any luck, we may get down to Boston sometime this week to see some of the vessels.
I made this table from the old cellar door that was on our house. It had to be replaced last year and was partially water damaged. You can see the original door here. I liked the part that was undamaged and the vintage hardware. I cut away the bad material and built a frame to support the legs. To make the legs, I borrowed my father’s tapering jig and learned how to use it. It needed a bit of bracing on the legs. The base is made from recycled pallets that I get from a local ceramic tile shop. I cleaned up the metal parts of the hardware and repainted the black portions with glossy black paint.
My friend Christy wrote this short story based on an image that I recently posted. She’s an excellent writer. Please check out the story and her blog Poetic Parfait.
This short story is inspired by a photo taken by Chris from the Milford Street blog. If you don’t know his photographs, I encourage you to go them check out in his posts! It was his recent Old Timers post that caught my eye, featuring the image below. Thanks again Chris for letting me use your photo for inspiration and permission to include it here.
Folding knives. So many stories to tell. Like this short story. Photo via Christopher O’Keefe, Old Timer, used with his permission.
Folding Knives and Blue Eyes
The knives were folded on the table in front of Jude and, like them, she was without words. Where was the one that her grandpa had owned? None of these were calling out to help her.
She felt a dig into her left side.
“Oof,” she said, and her hands instinctively covered the sore spot. Looking over, she met…
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