Under bright fluffy clouds, Powerful features loom over the valley. The waterfall-fed river flows relentlessly, Through the flat, wide, verdant landscape. Four seasons offer distinctive palettes, Which so intrigued Ansel’s eye.
Looking up the valley, one can envision and feel the splendor and power of nature in the Yosemite Valley.
Days shorten and leaves drop reluctantly below, Leaving the stems naked to the cold December wind. Even in Winter’s diminished light, Sol gently warms what it can, angles off to do more. Bursting its rays through the bare twigs, Both limbs and ground gain the Sun’s stubborn effort.