Pond Hockey

The icy surface stretches like a stage, worn smooth by hours of joyful chaos. It’s not pristine—it’s lived-in. The surrounding forest of dark spruce stands like silent witnesses to the laughter, the shouts, the clatter of sticks and skates. They frame the memory, grounding it in the rugged beauty of my Newfoundland’s winters as a kid.

 Morning turns to afternoon, and still the game goes on. There’s no scoreboard, no crowd, just the rhythm of friendship and frozen joy.

This is my tribute to the hours spent chasing pucks and dreams across frozen ponds with my best friends who made the cold feel warm.  This piece doesn’t just depict pond hockey—it breathes it. It’s a celebration of youth, place, and the kind of memories that never melt.

.:Printed on Fine Art quality 300 gsm white paper

.:Dimensions represent image size