Ice

My God, I hate winter. I hate it with a passion as deep as the deepest fried batter's ability to freeze my arteries into something as dead as coral.

But sometimes ... sometimes ... winter can do something strangely unique and beautiful, something that takes your mind off the cold, the dark and the icy roads. Sometimes winter creates a form of natural art, works that disappear with the season but create something awe-inspiring till then.

In the picture above, two days of intense wind churned the Saint John River and twisted the water into a chaotic river art that gave me thoughts of the earth warning of things approaching our cozy little world.

But I still hate winter.