Yosemite National Park, it’s a World Heritage area and American icon. It’s also a hot spot for tourists of all types, from RV-travelers to energetic hikers, for photographers of all abilities and aspirations. In summer the waterfalls are small trickles, the grass in the valley long. The sunlight is warm and golden, setting off the stunning blue hue of the famous granite walls.
Leafy plants grow amongst the grass in the valley, beyond are pine forests and the iconic Half Dome monolith.
Tourists stop to photographic the iconic view of the Yosemite Valley and Half Dome from a spot known as Valley View, the first panoramic vista when entering the park; A foot-worn path in the yellow grass of summer, leads across the valley towards the stone monoliths that stand as walls to the Yosemite Valley.
In the midday summer sun, a lone tree makes the only shadow in the grassy valley with granite cliffs behind.
The dry, yellow grass of summer in the valley; Looking out from beneath a canopy of leaves, across the valley to Half Dome.
A bench seat in the dry yellow grass of the valley, looking out towards the tall granite formations and pine forest.
Looking through a twisted dead branch to the iconic Half Dome and view down the valley.
A yellow plant grows in a crack right on the edge of the high granite cliff; A truck parked in the valley is dwarfed by the granite monolith that is El Capitan.
As a generalisation there seem to be two types of tourists at Yosemite, young German backpackers who come to hike and middle-aged Americans who come in RVs here both stand at a Half Dome look out.
Standing in the valley, looking up through the tall pine trees to the even taller monolithic stone cliffs.
Part way up the long and steep hike to the top of Vernal Falls, a young boy takes a moment alone to sit and take in the spectacular waterfall drop.
Looking up through the branches of a wild old tree, fur-like bark and bright green moss; The silhouette of two hikers, pausing in the shadows to admire the stunning drop of Vernal Falls on the long climb to the top.
The roots of a tree, wrapped around a boulder perched high above the valley, in the cool light at the end of the day.
High on a hill, far from the valley, a landscape of boulders and big old trees is bathed in the golden light of the end of the day; Off the beaten track, where nobody hikes, the ground is covered with dead twigs and pine cones which have lain there so long that they crunch underfoot in brittle dryness.
Early morning light shines on small trees and delicate vegetation growing out of rock crevices.