The past several posts have focused around looking down into the ice, and the dark lake below. I thought it was time to look around again, at the world atop the ice. While exploring the ice fishing holes, I also captured a few shots of the ice fishermen themselves, and the little communities that spring up around the more popular spots.
There’s a sort of festival, carnival feel to these communities. Tent-style shanties anchor some of the hole clusters, nearly everyone has a sled to haul their gear, and the dress is a mixture of well-insulated camouflage and hunter orange gear. Some folks bring chairs and I have to imagine that somewhere, out of sight of passing park rangers, there’s a few cans of beer.