Yosemite in Black and White


Last month I graduated. After three years in Southern California, I have my degree and I am done with the West Coast for a while. Before leaving the vast, diverse terrain of California I had a few stops to make. Yosemite was the first. Each morning the crows above my tent woke me up around 6am and I ventured into the dense forrest around me. The river was crystal, and cold, the air fresh and the people friendly. It was an adventure of pleasure and pain, and I will never forget it.