Last Sunday, Emily, Elias and I went over to our friend Tom's quarry for an afternoon of skating and wound up doing some ice fishing besides. Emily caught two small bass right off the bat, but unfortunately there was no camera there at the time to record the moment. Elias did not hook anything, but he and I did have some great time waiting by the hole, as this photo will attest.
Those marking the progression of our family through the years will regard these two pictures as having archival significance for 2 additional reasons. Emily has glasses, received just before Christmas, and I have grizzle, clearly showing through at the jaw in my winter beard. The skates, however, remain as always the hand-me-downs from my father, and unlike some years at least they have a fresh, keen edge.
And yes, that is a medieval cowl, Renaissance Faire vintage, and just the thing for warmth and unrestricted movement on the ice. Or skulking in Sherwood. I have a full hooded doublet as well, for more formal occasions.