|Three Musketeers, Ted, Steve, Bob|
|Half Dome nearing sunset|
125 years ago this year, an act of Congress made this park official. Sometimes, yes, Congress has done good and right things.
Summer is not the time to visit, unless you like very large crowds of people. I've been in spring, winter and fall. In winter, when the snow falls and covers the cliffs and the valley and all is hushed, one can feel completely alone. I like that feeling.
This trip we were treated to the Dogwood trees in bloom. Hundreds of them. White, pink and even yellow blooms. One of our goals was to make pictures of these lovely trees at the height of their beauty, and I hope that between the four of us we managed something.
I've been completely out of the loop when it comes to reading the news or knowing what anybody is up to. No Facebook, no internet. Rome may have burned, I don't know.
Watering the garden early this morning while drinking my coffee, I thought perhaps I could stay in this bubble of here and now right in front of me. Ted heads back to Canada tomorrow, and Bob has moved on to Lake Tahoe for more picture making. The husband and I are glad to be home. Our faithful house and dog sitter has ensured that all is as we left it.
It's been a good week. I hope it was for you as well.
“Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.” -- Ansel Adams