In Kalamazoo, Michigan, two days before Christmas, it's raining. Yes, raining. Which pretty much rules out any possibility of a white Christmas. I like winter, and I like snow. So, I miss the purity and sanctity of a white Christmas (please keep in mind that I'm an agnostic but have always participated and appreciated all the good things of the Christmas holiday).
It was in this longing that I dug up some old photos of a snowy owl I photographed at the Muskegon Wastewater facility in 2012(?). It represents all that I love about winter.