Thursday, May 06, 2010

Yosemite Falls from the valley floor. Every now and then chunks of rime would peel off the cliff and come down with a gigantic crash clearly audible above the roar of the water. Undepicted: the so-called photographer beside me with the safari vest, fanny pack, huge barrel lens and constant barrage of complaints about the snow, the low light, and the clouds.

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