Through the ash and smoke

A somber parting

There was a time when Yosemite and its surrounds were mythical and distant places for my photographic self. I desired a chance encounter, a short visit. For three years we had Yosemite within arms' reach and we began to feel it was home. A dozen or more visits in three years, I would hope, made me a regular. When time came to part with California, we could have done no better than to revisit our old haunts within the valley once more.

And so it was that I said goodbye from valley view to this once-mythical, now-familiar and forever-iconic friend. We had descended through smoke and fire on the Wawona road the day before, smoke which came to roost within the valley walls. A dull, yellow funerary shroud, my mood writ in ash upon the winds; a dear friend too proud to say goodbye, hidden behind an ominous and fragrant veil.

Through the ash and smoke
Through the ash and smoke
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