Ice Art

Frozen awe

A couple of weeks ago I made a decision to walk outside every day. I will stop avoiding the cold weather —just bundle up and get out there!

I took a beautiful winter walk. I enjoyed the snow. The next day, the temperature was again below freezing and there was still some snow and ice. I walked.

Nope, those aren’t pictures of my winter walk this week. They are flashbacks. My mom was the photographer. I was about ten years old. We lived on Lake Huron in a sheltered channel. Our bay froze over completely each winter.

On the day of the photos, we cross-country skied about a mile from home to the open water of Lake Huron, which we called the big lake because it didn’t freeze completely. We explored the ice caves created by the frozen waves along the shoreline.

My other childhood ice experiences were many. We ice skated on our bay if it froze smooth, or on a man made ice rink made by dad. Each winter we built ice sculptures with colorful characters, tunnels, and slides for the ice carnival and we went ice fishing. Then, in my teen years, driving trucks on the frozen lake to have bonfires on the ice was also a blast.