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All images Caitlin Boyce 2012





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The light was brilliant…

This past weekend my husband and I managed to escape to the mountains.  Jasper National Park lies 3 hours west of us.  Located in the Athabasca River valley, at the confluence with Miette River, Jasper lies between the Victoria Ranges (northwest), Pyramid Mountain (north), Maligne Range (southeast) and Indian Ridge (southwest).  The Canadian Rockies are some of the most majestic mountains I have seen.  The images below are from our day trip to the Athabasca Falls and our meanderings along the river valley.  The light was brilliant.  A perfect weekend.


For the heart.

This is a piece that I created for my most recent series entitled “Inheritance”.  It seems appropriate for a Valentines Day post.

Currently I am working with encaustic….and I’m in love.

For this piece, while the wax was still warm, I pressed my grandmothers jewelry box into the wax.   I am really pleased with the result.   My grandmother would have loved it.

You can see the rest of the series at my website.   I am currently working on more pieces for the same series.

“For the Heart”

Caitlin Boyce

Encaustic

1.5 ft x 1.5 ft

2011

I have a serious thing for chandeliers.

I have a serious thing for chandeliers.  To me they are sculpture. These are photos that I have taken over the years….and will continue doing so.  This chandelier graced the ceilings of 2 weddings (one of which was my own), and now resides in my dining room.  I found it for a song at a garage sale and toted it home, strapped to the back of my bicycle.  My dream is to have a dining room with an incredibly high ceiling so I am able to fit as many chandeliers as possible in the same room.  Imagining the light makes me extremely happy.  It will happen some day.  I’m sure of it.

The chandelier below was photographed at my friend Tora’s house in Albany, NY.  This is one of my favorite and most beloved images of a chandelier to date.

After my reverie I was greeted by this

Image by Leif Podhajsky/Original band photo by David Belisle

I am truly amazed by this album.  I’m only on track 2 of Shabazz Palaces album Black Up.  It came out a bit ago.  June, 2011.

How’d this happen?

This morning I started searching Digable Planets on google.  I was missing that smooth feeling from their second albumb Blow Out Comb.

Who can forget this track —–> Rebirth of Slick <——-

It was 1994.  I was 19.  I had left my home town of 1,093 people and stepped out.  My mind was blown open by hip hop.  All was well.

And then.  Lo and behold.

After my reverie I was greeted by this ——> this is gooooood <——–So good.

And this too.   Heck try this after that

Listen to the whole damn thing!  (and sign up to grooveshark already).

Don’t get scared by it.  There’s nothing like it right now.  Let it play out.

dance/move/bob and weave/lay on the floor/chill/get up and dance some more

A short film for grit.

A video

And how it’s done LIVE (VIA KEXP/SEATTLE)

Winter? Where? The beautiful photography of Daniel Korzhonov

Even before I moved here, the reputation of Canada’s winter preceded my experience with descriptions that teetered on a doom-like cliff of never-ending, bone cracking, ever darkening cold.  I thought I was tough.  I had handled cold blowing in from Lake Michigan to sweep across Wisconsin to my small hometown.  I had experienced the cold of Valparaiso, Indiana, it too an exposed arm for the winds of Lake Michigan to numb.  I had even experienced the windy winter on the Palouse in Idaho and its strange, other-worldly treeless landscape and never-ending frozen rolling fields of winter’s wheat.  Not to mention traveling across the states being chased by several blizzards which landed me exhausted with caffeine shakes and clenched steering wheel fingers in the strangest of places… a Denny’s at 3 a.m. in Fargo, Minnesota.  It exists.  And the movie does it absolute justice.

The descriptions have been right for the past 3 years.  But…..

Oddly, this winter, on the infamous Albertan prairies….well, winter just hasn’t come round to call.  Of course we’ve dipped into the frighteningly low range temperatures like -35 C and then add the wind chill and you get a lovely -40 C – ish feel. Yet the temperatures have vacillated wildly….heading up to a balmy +8 on Christmas Day and just this past week, in February…+6.  Drizzles of rain. Even lightning and thunder!!   And now, as I write this, it’s diving down again to reach a low of -30 C.  Last year at this time there were drifts well above 6 feet high and the sidewalks were flanked by impenetrable walls of snow that contained incredible snow forts and plenty of fun.  The ground is bare, brown and bereft of snow.  I’m not really sure what’s happening.

And then, the news of the weather across Europe.  And so, curiosity and a quest for nerdy knowledge took me traipsing across the internet in search of winter.  Because, oddly…I really miss her beauty.  So here’s a dose.  This is the work of the ever brilliant photographer Daniel Korzhonov.  These photos were taken in The Republic of Crimea…a part of Ukraine.  It lies on a peninsula stretching out from the south of Ukraine between the Black Sea and the Sea of Azov.