North Dome watching over the Merced River in Yosemite Valley.
Half Dome from Yosemite Village.
Yosemite Falls from where John Muir's cabin was.
Nevada Falls from the John Muir Trail.
Water blown to bits and reassembled into its river below. Yosemite Falls from the Pohono Trail.
The baptismal font at the Cathedral Lake Outlet with Cathedral Peak in the background.
Perseverance through the ages. The Three Graces in the Mariposa Grove of Giant Sequoias.
Lupine in Yosemite Valley.
Such a Valley.
White Cascade at Glen Aulin.
The wild Tuolumne River in Spring Flood below Unicorn Peak.
Hetch Hetchy's Tueulala Falls.
Walk under a rainbow on the Wapama Falls Bridge, Hetch Hetchy.
Wishing Upon a Moon. Echo Peaks in the Cathedral Area.
Sometimes you need some distance to see the big picture. High Country Panorama from Glacier Point.
Sometimes what seems impossible isn't if you find the easy way that circles around the backside. Half Dome from Glacier Pt.
While the grandeur of the landscape is overwhelming, don't forget the pockets of beauty right at your feet.
Some Cathedrals have no pews.
Yosemite teaches awe and gratefulness to be a part of it all. Guide Mike speechless on top of Clouds Rest looking to the northern boundary of the Park.
a garden in the least likely places. Echo Peaks and Matthes Crest above Echo Lake.
Siting on a peak gazing at others is like looking good friends in the eyes. Karen on top of Tenaya Peak.
Hetch Hetchy teaches me patience as she holds her breath under the lake behind the O'Shaughnessy Dam.
Like a group of good friends making a great trip, a bunch of flowers can make one great bloom. Milkweed in Yosemite Valley.
John Muir's favorite flower. White Mountain Heather, Mildred Lake, Yosemite.
Alpine Gold only grows above 11,000 feet.
Manzanita flowers with a touch of snow waiting on Spring.
Snow covered Yosemite reminds that beauty has no season.
You can make yourself at home wherever you are. Camping at Glacier Point.
Milky Way and satellite over Tuolumne Meadows reminds me that even on the darkest night there is light to be found.
Even God blushes. Lower Cathedral Lake.
Friends are best in the backcountry. Guides Bob, Banning, and me hamming it up on the High Country Trip.
The Tuolumne River in Tuolumne Meadows - it's channel determined by the glacier that flowed here thousands of years ago. Reminds me that we all have a history that helped shape us.
One of John Muir's "fellow mortals", a Yellow Bellied Marmot.
Wildflowers bloom best right after a fire.
Bears teach me to take a season to rest.
Fern Spring, Yosemite Valley. Flows free and pure, bubbling up out of the Earth at my feet just like my Spirit.