the ice photo

you see a grown man
bend over the edge
of the frozen lake
to take a picture of ice.
you are certain
that he's seen ice before.
most of us have.
but he has his wife
hold his hat
and coat, his plaid
scarf and gloves as he leans
in the cold
balancing on
the sharp rocks.
he looks up at sun,
squares the point of
where he wants to shoot
with his fingers,
then points and clicks.
you understand though.
having once taken a picture
of a bowl of beef stew.
also not appreciated by
the person you sent it to.