This interests me on so many levels. My only encounter with Yosemite was during fall '21 when we were still dealing with the pandemic, but people were venturing outside. The park wasn't busy when my son joined me for a few days after I drove from Maine to California that fall, but being in community with other visitors seemed almost as holy as experiencing the nature around us. That was an odd thing: to be in a natural setting and to welcome having other people there, too. The Nature/God idea you write about also fascinates me. Although I'm still a nominal church member, the moments of transcendence I experience are almost always in a park and not a pew. Thanks for such a thoughtful piece and those remarkable photos.
Your photographs remind me of Albert Bierstadt’s paintings. Ethereal and majestic. Lovely !
This interests me on so many levels. My only encounter with Yosemite was during fall '21 when we were still dealing with the pandemic, but people were venturing outside. The park wasn't busy when my son joined me for a few days after I drove from Maine to California that fall, but being in community with other visitors seemed almost as holy as experiencing the nature around us. That was an odd thing: to be in a natural setting and to welcome having other people there, too. The Nature/God idea you write about also fascinates me. Although I'm still a nominal church member, the moments of transcendence I experience are almost always in a park and not a pew. Thanks for such a thoughtful piece and those remarkable photos.