I’ve taken the liberty of titling this image with the name of Eugene O’Neill’s 1939 play. It is appropriate that I do so, because this image of an iceman escorting his frigid load through the streets of Havana features a timeless task that has been around at least as long as O’Neill’s play. Given Havana’s decaying vintage infrastructure, refrigeration is not a given. Blocks of ice must still be delivered on the backs of men such as these. I made this image from a moving taxicab, shooting through its front window into the back of the truck just in front of us. The iceman’s stern expression seems as chilly as the glistening pillars of ice surrounding him.