Yin, Yang, Yosemite

If there is a Yin and Yang in Nature, and I know there is, then I felt its perfect balance in Yosemite. Where the Grand Canyon was pure testosterone, the tranquil meadows, the wild flowers, and the sometimes placid Merced found their perfect jigsaw fit in the crashing falls and the treacherous rock faces of Yosemite Valley, in much the same way the Yin and Yang spoon into each other so seamlessly.


Bridalveil Waterfall


Where I cowered away from the edge of the Canyon's South Rim, I stood and gazed and drank in both the awesome and the awe inspiring in Yosemite, the one always making me thirsty for the other, so I never felt I had got too much or even enough of either....


And then there was the Merced, moody as hell....unable to make up its mind between Yin and Yang, mercurial and manic, mellow and meandering.....If the river was fickle, the meadows and their wild flowers were dependable in their soothing, calming ways..... And what can I say about the giant Sequoia trees ....that they are an infinitely patient woman, or that they are tall hunky men? Check out for yourself the true Spirit of Yosemite......




                                                                               



Good old Half Dome