Lean into the Light
November 2022, my first time in Yosemite. As we sat by the river under El Capitan, the valley hushed. Mist floated on the water, light pierced through the trees, and one branch leaned forward — as if to be seen. I captured this still moment, not knowing it would live in my memory like a prayer.
November 2022, my first time in Yosemite. As we sat by the river under El Capitan, the valley hushed. Mist floated on the water, light pierced through the trees, and one branch leaned forward — as if to be seen. I captured this still moment, not knowing it would live in my memory like a prayer.
November 2022, my first time in Yosemite. As we sat by the river under El Capitan, the valley hushed. Mist floated on the water, light pierced through the trees, and one branch leaned forward — as if to be seen. I captured this still moment, not knowing it would live in my memory like a prayer.