Last Light on the Captain
As the day closed over Yosemite, the final ember of sunlight kissed El Capitan’s eastern face. Shrouded in mist and snow, the granite stood still — timeless, immense, and gently burning. A sacred hush lingered in the air, and I was lucky enough to witness it.
As the day closed over Yosemite, the final ember of sunlight kissed El Capitan’s eastern face. Shrouded in mist and snow, the granite stood still — timeless, immense, and gently burning. A sacred hush lingered in the air, and I was lucky enough to witness it.
As the day closed over Yosemite, the final ember of sunlight kissed El Capitan’s eastern face. Shrouded in mist and snow, the granite stood still — timeless, immense, and gently burning. A sacred hush lingered in the air, and I was lucky enough to witness it.