Winter in Yosemite National Park is always special. The crowds thin out, and there’s snow (often anyway). Snow transforms the Valley into a magical fairyland. These photos are from an April morning a few years back. There was quite a bit of fresh snow, but the storm was clearing and as it broke up it hugged the sides of the Valley, and in this case El Capitan.
Below is a photograph of Bridal Veil Falls shot just a few minutes later. It was still in shadow, and while not as dramatic, it was still so beautiful and serene. The sound of the water was the only sound I could hear.
Lastly is one of the last photos I took that morning. The sun was higher and was starting to warm the trees and I was getting clobbered by the snow sliding off the branches.
