One thing is clear, that Yosemite's stone grandeur is so magnificent, it's impossible to do any justice in any photograph - you need to be there, breathing that clear mountain air, hearing the squawking of the blue jays, the rush of the water, the wind in the redwoods and pines, seeing those immense masses of impermeable granite looming out from a pastel blue winter sky (for while it may be High Spring in the Bay it is still Winter up in the Sierra Nevada)...
But still, we must share these frail electronic images of solid mountains with the world, for they are poetry writ large in the slow ballet of tectonics and the subtle finger of erosion.
Entering Yosemite, we meet the Bridalveil Falls, and are drenched in their icy spray.
Across the valley looms the rock face of my climbing dreams, El Capitan, sheer granite reaching to the sky.
Looking through the woods, and the 2000 foot tumble of Yosemite Falls shines white on the solid stone wall of the valley.
There are giants around us, stone and snow.
Another climber's dream, Half Dome, cleaves the clouds from the sky.
In the woods, the slow decay of the wood, and the rushing power of the water, released from the highland snow.
As day ends, the falls crash and tumble from their gentle valley, falling endlessly to earth.
Sunset paints vast stained glass windows on the Cathedral.
Spread out in twilight, the valley looks east to the last of the sun on the slopes of Clouds Rest.
Be warned - there are largish images herein, a mix of 640 x 480 and 640 x 853 shots, taken on Saturday March 1st in the Yosemite Valley, using a Canon S40 4MPixel digital camera - so they have been edited down from the originals.