As winter prepares to roll over like a submissive puppy and take whatever spring feels like doing to it, the beards have more or less been shed. Far be it from us to stand in the face of the inexorable march of the seasons.
Michael (not pictured here in the "Beardless" photo) still has a beard. I think this is because he comes from Kenora, where they have winter for ten and a half months a year.