Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a big fan of winter. When the snow starts to fly, I go into hibernation mode. I used to ski, which made snow somewhat tolerable, but I tore my ACL while skiing in deep powder in Squaw Valley, California. That did nothing to improve my attitude towards snow. Lately, I’ve been making an effort to enjoy the white stuff. Today, we got lots of snow here in Hamilton, and I couldn’t help but stare out the window as it iced the barren branches of the neighborhood trees. I decided to take a photo to capture how winter feels to me: melancholy, yet admittedly beautiful in its way. Maybe I can be rehabilitated?