Monday, January 30, 2006

Fiber Arts


We were walking along the beachfront in town one warm evening and came upon a young man on a bridge, folding palm fronds. I think his name was Gavillon; he told me twice and that is what it sounded like. You hate to keep asking.

He was making hats and purses, mostly, but when he saw Ray he wanted to make grasshoppers. Then a cross and a fish and a rose for Mamá flew from his fingers. Ray made him an origami cube and a rocket ship out of paper. Cultural exchange.


2 comments:

kim said...

Those grasshoppers are just amazing! (I'm not a big fan of the real thing, but those are great.)

quiltyknitwit said...

You are having such wonderful adventures.