Monday, November 2, 2009

Book of Crossroads

A herd of us migrated up to the Yosemite Valley to celebrate the Passing of Time. Staying in the heart of the Valley for a good 48 hours. We hiked and biked and dined and wined. You know how We do.

If you've been, you know that words and photos cannot explain.

And yet, there are large groups carrying around monster camera packs and tripods, all being guided to the same spot, to take the same photo, that thousands have taken before. And posted to the interweb.

I will post other, more entertaining and party specific, photos, but let me get this out of the way first.


Looking up the Face
The Sentinal
Four of Thirteen
The Falls
Me? I've had so many names... Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the woods and the earth.
You? You were not born of man. It was the moon that bore you. Look on your left shoulder and you will find a mark that proves it.

OK. That's done. Remember it was Halloween, and Two of The Yosemite Liquor Cats are Halloween Babies.

More To Come.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What an amazing weekend. Love your pics. Biz:)

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