Nick and I finally made it to the ice park this year. It’s our fifth winter in Fairbanks and it passed us by each previous year. This year we were determined to go. The weather was a little chilly. Nick wasn’t dressed for the outdoors, but he was a good sport and walked around the entire park without complaint. (No hat, no gloves, what was he thinking? Probably wishful thoughts of spring.) Here are some of my favorite sculptures from this year (and we definitely won’t miss it next year!):
& me at the entrance. BP was one of the major sponsors. Maybe Big Oil isn’t all evil?
