In the depths of the Maine winter of 2021, I felt an intense desire to find relief from the pervasive monochrome of the season. I became fascinated with freezing flowers and found that if I froze them outdoors, slowly, I could preserve and transform botanicals through the accidents of ice, changing and warping perspective, literally and metaphorically. I began to celebrate and anticipate freezing temperatures. Cold nights provided clearer ice and instead of dread, joy. I have continued the project into the warmer weather finding that shooting melting ice is as fascinating and transformative as the process of freezing.