Jack Fontaine
Yosemite in Spring
As winter gives way to spring and summer in Yosemite, the park's rhythms change, from the quiet stillness of a world struggling against the elements, to the frantic and frenetic energy of creation, of competing for territory, for mates, for the now plentiful food. With it, my return to the park, with my two closest companions, Tango, my horse I'd bought to aid me when I was a park ranger elsewhere, and Blue, the little rescue dog turned service dog. These two are as attuned to these great and wild places as I am, at home among the pines, and sheer granite cliffs, the verdant mountain meadows, and the glittering streams of the valleys.
Yosemite in Spring
As winter gives way to spring and summer in Yosemite, the park's rhythms change, from the quiet stillness of a world struggling against the elements, to the frantic and frenetic energy of creation, of competing for territory, for mates, for the now plentiful food. With it, my return to the park, with my two closest companions, Tango, my horse I'd bought to aid me when I was a park ranger elsewhere, and Blue, the little rescue dog turned service dog. These two are as attuned to these great and wild places as I am, at home among the pines, and sheer granite cliffs, the verdant mountain meadows, and the glittering streams of the valleys.