Jesse Blackadder and Carol Birrell are in town this month through our Collaborative Residency program. You can visit their residency page here to learn more about their visit, or read on to hear about what they've been up to since arriving.
In the past week the weather has bounced from winter to spring – the ‘winterless winter’ as a member of Blue Canoe Writer’s Group phrased it last night. Swan Lake, in a little valley below our house, froze over enough for ice skating on the weekend (it went down to -6 celsius). On Saturday afternoon it was packed with parents and kids (some wobbling on their skates, some graceful), slithering excited dogs, the end of an ice hockey game. Light snow dusted the surface, the skaters carved patterns in it. Saturday night, in the dark, it was teenagers gracefully skimming the ice, some out on the lake with headlamps glimmering, some close to the shore where the street lights bounced down. Sunday morning it was deserted. The snow dust had melted off, the ice was dark and slick and forbidding, too thin to support human weight. This morning I woke to grey, drizzly warmth and the lake looking decidedly watery. It’s six degrees. That was probably the one day of the season that Sitkans could ice skate.