Skating On Thin Ice

That's what my Beloved is doing! She is publicly maligning me again! Insinuating that I'm still playing a saxophone (badly), when she knows full well, I GAVE IT AWAY* to keep the peace (not to mention the quiet!) and have taken up the gentler art of comb-an'-paper serenading.

But Ada's poetic offering of a Skater's Waltz sing-along-song*, in reply to Willow's prompt*, reminded me I once did a similar thing, when trying to serenade Beloved, HERE*, using a tune from the Old Crow Medicine Show.                                                                                      

(*Click these links to see for yourself. )

But, back to the present.  Being contemplative by nature, I gave the photo a colour wash to add mood. before writing the following lines.

Unanswered Questions

Frozen in time, the three prim and proper
ladies posed for the photographer.
Was his camera atop a tripod, black
cloth draped, while he counted seconds?
Or had the photographic art progressed
to the stage where a simple box
of tricks, held in the hand, was enough
to record their sortie into the snow?
Did a professional lurk beside the ice
hoping to amaze his subjects? Did he
charge a fee? Or was the occasion informal,
history recorded by some unknown
family member proud to be the owner
of a new acquisition - a camera?