Friday, November 12, 2010
The surface of the water is stirred, perhaps, by whirling water-beetles, or some startled trout, seeking shelter beneath fallen logs or roots. The falls, too, are quiet; no wind stirs, and the whole Valley floor is a mosaic of greens and purples, yellows and reds. Even the rocks seem strangely soft and mellow, as if they, too, had ripened. -1912
- John Muir, from "The Yosemite"
Like John Muir and others before me, I've been held captive by thoughts and dreams of Yosemite. It seems to be ever present in my life although I'm neither there this moment nor have I yet to arrive. Simply meaning, another Yosemite trip awaits me for the future - just as memories of trips passed linger gracefully in the present.