Once upon a time, long long ago, a fluffy snow flake fell gracefully from the heavens and landed softly somewhere on the ice sheet of Greenland.

Inevitably, more snow fell on top of him. And more snow, and more snow. He was happy to have so many friends. It was crowded but cozy. And day after day, year by year, millennium upon millennium, more snowy friends piled on top in suffocating layers of love.

So great was their bond, under their three kilometer deep weight, that they fused into dense crystals of ice. Together they oozed slowly toward the ocean for thousands of years over hundreds of kilometers, until one day.

Crack! A chunk of ice the size of a house crashed into the sea. Then began their majestic journey as a fresh water iceberg drifting along wind and current through the fjord.

This glorious sapphire of pure frozen water danced and mingled among other icebergs. Occasionally she scraped the sea floor or was bashed into unforgiving cliffs.

One day, when she landed upon some rocks and the tide receded she was met by an unsympathetic and disrespectful Antimetheus.

He tipped her and kicked her and smashed her into pieces. He stuffed her heart, 40 kilos of ancient transparent blood, into his backpack.

And with his dog, he carried her core to his home where he boiled her and steeped her with tea.

For he believed no better tea has been tasted, but that which comes from the Pleistocene.

[ These images are heavily cropped, click any above to view the full high res version. ] [ The fridge is filled with glass jars and plastic bottles, the freezer has a nice chunk, and a slightly iridescent but otherwise perfectly transparent ice cube is perpetually bobbing in a cauldron on the stove. ]