Yosemite Valley was mystical; even more romantic with the smoke that slithered in from the Kings Canyon fires. Deer still roam free, gentle and graceful below each granite goliath. Redwoods climb from golden meadows to greet the swinging winds, carrying far off cries from climbers mid celebration. Rivers carve the land and quench small flowers. Every dose of life as vibrant as the walls are high. It’s an easy place to notice beauty. But I’ll never fully capture it.
By Tyler Kurbat