This winter, I went to a mountain creek to shoot patterns in the ice and found a partially submerged bouquet of flowers. Intrigued, I went back over the course of several days to see how they changed. I don't know who put them there or why. Was it a bride who tossed her bouquet into the creek? An upset lover who cast aside flowers given as a peace offering? Mourners who placed them in the water after scattering ashes?