10 Weeks, Ice Fishing in Wisconsin

The project started as a contemplation of the architectural form of the ice shanty but became more than that over the 10 week duration of the ice fishing season where I live. I found beauty and community and I fell for both the day I stepped onto the ice. To be on the ice and share the cold and camaraderie, the wet and the silence alters one's sensibilities. There is an inherent distance to photographing on the ice, it is a long way from shore to where the fish and the shanties are clustered and that distance is almost always a component of the photographs. When I'm on the ice there is a closeness of community if there are fishers on the ice. I hear laughter and jokes, warnings, "someones got a flag up". It is that contrast of the big emptiness and the coziness of the shanties that I want to bring home, the sense of a time that only lives a short while and then disappears entirely until the ice returns.