When I first took this picture, I thought the lone ice house looked a bit lonely. Then I thought back, many years, and realized the ice fisherperson likely was not lonely at all. Many an ice fisherperson escapes to their icehouse for the same reasons I do the woods. They enjoy the quiet solitude of just sitting and observing what is around them, listening and smelling and waiting. They need to be quiet also, as I do in the woods, as fish will hear them moving about and won’t come around. Maybe the fisherperson is reading a book as their wait for the ‘rattle’ or maybe they are napping. They may even have the company of their dog curled up beside them.
Recently someone reminded me how you can hear little cracks and shifts in the ice even when it is quite thick and perfectly safe. As the sunset around this lone house sitting on the big lake, as the snow had swept up around it, suddenly it didn’t look so lonely anymore – as if the lake had accepted this new appendage. I felt content imagining the peaceful time in the icehouse as I watched all of this – from my cabin by the lake.