Ok, back to civilization or as close as you can get in Oakdale. Canâ€™t really absorb the whole Yosemite week yet but here are a few of my thoughts and images from the first part of the week. More as soon as I have some time to write it and process the pics.
It takes a command of English that few can master to describe the beauty that is Yosemite. A poet maybe. Even the depth and vitality of an Ansel Adams photo can in no way capture this place. As I sit in a cabin under a mile high rock face, a storm is rolling in. Wind blows ever stronger up the valley. Soon I will take my shot at finding images. I will walk the paths of the greats and see what I can see. This marvelous challenge is intimidating and tantalizing at once. Iâ€™m off.