The Three Brothers On A Winter's Eve
On the same evening as my last posted shot, I forced myself to turn around to see what was going on behind me. This particular spot is known for providing a nice reflection of the Three Brothers which in this case had just emerged from the clouds covered in snow.
I suppose you might not see as many shots of the Three Brothers in February as almost all of the lenses in Yosemite Valley at that time of year are trained upon the Horsetail Fall at sunset, which almost certainly was lit up just before I took this photo. But having turned my back on the crowd that particular year, I had wandered down to the Merced just out of curiosity to see what else the light was doing in Yosemite Valley on that particular night.
That day had been particularly disappointing as I had tried desperately to get to another location but had been turned away because I didn't have snowshoes and had come close to breaking a leg more than a few times as my boots slid down awkwardly between logs and between large boulders. It sucks when you have your heart set on a shot that you know would be amazing in those conditions...and you have to choose safety over what you know for a fact would be genuinely stupid behavior.
And then to follow my failure with the long hike back down to the valley floor...again without snow shoes in drifts that were at times up to my waist. It was definitely a very long and very cold hike. To stumble down to the river and to find light down there waiting for me....that just doesn't happen very often in my experience. I believe it was one of my college professors who first pointed out that the translation of "Merced" is "mercy." It was with a full heart that I got into the Prius for the long drive back to Orange County that night.
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The Three Brothers On A Winter's Eve
On the same evening as my last posted shot, I forced myself to turn around to see what was going on behind me. This particular spot is known for providing a nice reflection of the Three Brothers which in this case had just emerged from the clouds covered in snow.
I suppose you might not see as many shots of the Three Brothers in February as almost all of the lenses in Yosemite Valley at that time of year are trained upon the Horsetail Fall at sunset, which almost certainly was lit up just before I took this photo. But having turned my back on the crowd that particular year, I had wandered down to the Merced just out of curiosity to see what else the light was doing in Yosemite Valley on that particular night.
That day had been particularly disappointing as I had tried desperately to get to another location but had been turned away because I didn't have snowshoes and had come close to breaking a leg more than a few times as my boots slid down awkwardly between logs and between large boulders. It sucks when you have your heart set on a shot that you know would be amazing in those conditions...and you have to choose safety over what you know for a fact would be genuinely stupid behavior.
And then to follow my failure with the long hike back down to the valley floor...again without snow shoes in drifts that were at times up to my waist. It was definitely a very long and very cold hike. To stumble down to the river and to find light down there waiting for me....that just doesn't happen very often in my experience. I believe it was one of my college professors who first pointed out that the translation of "Merced" is "mercy." It was with a full heart that I got into the Prius for the long drive back to Orange County that night.
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Thank you so much for your views and comments! If you have specific questions or need to get in touch with me, please be sure to send me a message via flickr mail, or feel free to contact me via one of the following: