This spring in Bangalore I made several blocks of ice with photographs from the mountains of Northern India frozen inside of them and took them out onto the streets and let them melt. I waited and photographed them as they melted. I wanted to bring together these two far away landscapes: that of the cold frozen mountains with the hot, urban landscape of Bangalore. I wanted to watch some ice melt so I could remember what it felt like to be cold. Sometimes children would help me chip at the ice blocks, sometimes no one would intervene, sometimes people thought I might've been worried about my photographs or maybe it was a mourning ritual for a faraway place now frozen in ice.