I was pissed off I couldn’t ski this weekend. (At least until I saw the car park at Hunter, by far the most crowded it’s been all year. A holiday weekend two days after a Nor’Easter? Home run for the beleagured local mountains, unbearably long lift lines for those of us who call the mountains home.) So Monday, Presidents Day, with the wind chill knocking somewhere in the minus teens, I bundled up, set my iPod to my favorite Icelandic album, Ágætis Byrjun by Sigur Rós , and went for a walk in our local winter wonderland. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and so I should shut up. But pictures rarely capture a scene like the naked eye, which means these are but a hint of what I actually saw. My God(dess) is Mother Nature.