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It happens sometimes in December, sometimes as early as November.

This non-winter so far, a cold, sunny January morning, it remains a work in progress. Though something is happening as you drive by, catching a glimpse of the shore. You will never “see it” happen in the moment: the ice coming in, into, on the bay, gathering strength and depth so slowly before your very eyes.

Setting itself in place for the winter miracle of water-to-ice…transformation. The blue water disappears…let’s go. It’s…it’s…thin, solid, thick…one foot, two feet…black ice, or grey ice…capped inevitable in waves of snow. The bay, blinding in sunlight. You can see all the way over there…

Given another freeze or two, and you too can walk on water.
Beneath the ice the living world is trapped for weeks to come. (What is all going on in their world, suddenly a ceiling above?)

Get out the cross-country skis, the snowshoes…
Start the snowmobiles, the pick-up trucks…

Soon the shanties arrive…the ice fishermen slowly moving out, into, above it all, with their drills and rods and lines and bait and nets and hooks…the shanties sending small clouds of smoke high above the frozen scene, while inside men sit and eat and drink and talk and laugh and tell stories and are a thousand miles from home…waiting above a small circle of blue water. Which has become their universe.

Anxious to harvest whatever life under ice yields for a winter dinner in a warm house, as night slowly descends, and they await the next day on the ice with joy.norbert blei


  1. Jeffrey Winke

    Ahhhhh Norb your descriptions of glacial bliss ALMOST make me wish I could be out there freezing my arse and wondering why I can’t outsmart a tiny little fish-brained perch, pike, or trout!!

  2. Chick Peterson

    Thanks for a good idea beautifully expressed, Norb. Yesterday, I had just finished a late summer watercolor of hauling hay into the barn, and came out to the studio wondering ‘what next’ ?
    Problem solved: ice fishing.

  3. Robert M. Zoschke

    Ice fishermen hover
    hoping to find under
    what is lacking above

  4. Jackie

    Lovely photo; I’m more of a look out the window at it than snowshoe or ski, but I love winter since I no longer have to scrape my car and go to work. Aw, retirement!

  5. charlie rossiter

    I love reading your meditations on winter.

  6. Warren Nelson

    Brother Norb- report from Lake Superior…ice a foot thick at the bottom of Chequamegon Bay…open water towards Bayfield has skim ice…I doubt there will be an ice road to Madeline Island this winter….I do my time in my fishing tent…cigar….book….radio…brown trout and coho teasing us all….I too love your powers of description….poetry frozen…carry on…hope this year to enter the Coop.
    Warren Nelson

  7. Tim Stone

    Thank you for expressing the beauty of winter for those of us that love the four seasons in Door County.

  8. carol gresko


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