These four statues sit stranded on an icy island south of Bismarck. There’s no telling what might be buried beneath the crust of the ice between them, at least not until we get one heck of a thaw. The stark blackness of these statues seemed fitting for today’s cold, overcast day. The one huddled on the right looks especially appropriate.

I suspect these stoic figures were waist-high in water and ice a short while ago, if not worse. Even now they stand in the middle of a sea of ice, making it really frustrating for photographers like me. I couldn’t get the angle I wanted no matter how hard I tried; unless I felt like slogging through the ice and water, I couldn’t find the ideal arrangement of statues and trees. It is what it is, I suppose. It was still a nice find.