solstice frost.

dec 22. 5 am, we're up, and soon on the road. we drive through small central valley farm towns and watch the sun light up the earth.

it's 27 degrees in yosemite. bridalveil falls is mostly ice. the ice breaks off and crashes on the rocks, thundering across the silent frozen valley.

brother half dome framed by bare branches and yellow grass.

this awe-some place can be felt so fully and condensed in this winter; this crowd-less time.

we spent a good hour just crashing the ice on the frozen river with sticks and rocks. now that's fun.


we were cold. it was good, just to be cold and hike around by our lone selves, see the frozen waterfalls and feel the stark wild of the land and the barren restfulness of the season.

merry winter.