Autumn in...Yosemite?

It has been a whole week since I woke up in Yosemite and I'm determined to keep it close. At the good advice of a friend, I tried to keep all of my trip's yumminess with me as I traversed the days last week. However, things out of my control (car broke down, San Francisco madness post-Giants win, the election, etc) made that a challenge. I still tried my best - to keep the quiet within - but I think I'll have another go at it for the week to come. Hopefully, 'the week to come' will translate into always, every day, stillness and quiet mania. Oxymoron? Yes, but in the best way.



I'm bursting into this week like the colors of Yosemite. One of the main draws to visit the park over Halloween weekend was this possibility of foliage (and, the reality we didn't know until we were there, that November 1st they close down the campgrounds. We packed up, and so did they). The palate of San Francisco doesn't quite offer residents those spurts of green, purple, red, and yellow that trees in a colder climate may produce (you have catch a Bay Area sunset for those hues).



So Yosemite bound Liz and I were. Colors we sought and colors we found! Whether on brisk walks through the Valley floor or from atop the granite walls, Yosemite was in full foliage bloom. For me, it was a race to catch every scene that screamed autumn. I may not have come close to finding them all, but it didn't matter. It was what took me to these supposed spots that truly amazed. Scenic bridges...



The dogwood tree as canopy...





The river lined in all different shades of green...the oak, the pine, the willow tree.





Leaves crisp, and still dewy from a night of rain...





That gorgeous one I can't get enough of...Yosemite.