paintings, writing, and explorations in sound
This weekend, I was surprised to discover that the Dawson City Music Festival was virtually ice-free! My guess as to why: the weather wasn't too hot; all booze was either beer in cans or wine poured out for you (no cocktails!) which meant no glasses with ice cubes; and the small site doesn't allow for… Continue reading ice-free music fest
puffy, light softness and air-filled interior pores, that's what ice envies shot by me near Whitehorse, Dec 08
. Clap for the Zamboni (an ice-tale memory for The Ice Cubicle's latticework of files, from Vancouver writer Luella Iwasiuk) Each year, as Christmas would grow closer, my parents would deposit my siblings and me at the Prince George coliseum ice rink so they could “meet with Santa to discuss our presents” – in other… Continue reading ice tale: Clap for the Zamboni
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