Right in the middle of the seasonal hustle and bustle of Yosemite Valley is Leidig Meadow. Here you can see deer or bear just a few feet from the paved walkways of the park. On this afternoon, the sun was just glowing through these grasses, and I thought they were really beautiful, with the breeze pushing them this way and that.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Grandpa picked us up from the train station in Sacramento, and we drove down our cabin near Yosemite National Park. The first day, we drove around a lot, getting our bearings, and hiking just a little bit up to the lower level of Yosemite Falls.
The next day, I joined a photography tour with the Ansel Adams gallery. A resident photographer took us on a loop around the valley floor, stopping often to share some tips and giving us a little history of the park's famous advocate. I highly recommend it. It was nice to have some time dedicated to photography within our family vacation, and I found the information really enriched my experience there.
This is one of the images I took on the tour, of the black oaks growing along the edge of a meadow.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Ok, this is the last of the train photos, but it may be my favorite. We slow down so rarely (especially the little one). This was a rare moment of repose, and while she may look bored, she's not. Just enjoying a moment of relaxation. And that was the real magic of the train trip - having the time to just slow down, without a million things vying for our attention. It was just us, the scenery, and loads of time.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Ok, last blurry shot from a train window. I loved this one, though. I was careful to catch the trees and bushes as we passed, and closed my shutter before any sky could creep in.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Monday, September 5, 2016
Saturday, September 3, 2016
We passed many old buildings on our train trip, and it's pretty tough to get a photo as you are speeding by, but we stopped right next to this one and I was so glad we did. It's a beautiful example of old Americana.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Some folks complain about driving through America's Heartland, because all you can see for miles and miles are the crops being grown. But I love witnessing all the green, bursting from the earth, the product of so much labor, all for you and me.