Frozen Sculptures

January 26, 2014

The ice sculptures sat, frozen in time, at Rice Park, settled in their dreamy state, incredulous at the audience, drinking cold beer and wine, munching cheese curds and kettle corn while listening to the live band from across the yard. The swordfish scene won my vote, reaching for the frigid sky, flying scaled friends with wings soar below in glorious wonder. An ice fisherman, clunky boot heels grip the unyielding ice, cooler lid pitched open, a small pile of snow scattered around the fishing hole, awaits his catch. The crowd is substantial and encouraging, taking photographs of the art. Tonight, as the snow falls, cascading the images in fluff, the girl sighs in exasperation. Her favorite piece of art is altered. The disappointment more than she can swallow. She turns in frustration, engaging her partner in an argument of wills to support the looming disfigurement.