Faux Fur in Yosemite
Date: November 2nd, 2015 | Location: Yosemite National Park
Yosemite was a warm reminder of how small we really are.
We arrived late Friday evening. Unaware of the rivers and valleys on either side of our route, or of our exact directions; we entered the park blindly and hoped for the best. I knew the weekend had much in store for us despite my jet-lagged and impatient state of being. We came to a dead-end on our journey to the cabins (had someone been filming our drive, it would have looked like one of those stereotypical married couple arguments about directions…"go left," "no I'm going right…"). However, we both stopped speaking when we noticed something relatively close in the headlights. Something resembling a wall, or as I assumed, the side of building. We stepped out of the jeep to get a closer look. Before us stood the tallest mountain formation I had ever laid eyes on. On eye-level, the world was pitch black due to the thick woods surrounding our car; but in looking up above the tree tops, this enormous mountain was glowing in the moonlight. A massive silver rock welcoming us into its presence and laughing at our petty argument. I felt infinitely tiny for the remainder of the weekend, and my photos reflect that. I wore my favorite faux fur vest, but I just couldn't make this post about the clothes. The surroundings were much more grand in a way that made material objects seem silly. After capturing all of the surrounding mountains (and the vest) on camera, Clayton and I celebrated our two year anniversary in a valley below the half-dome.
Of course, I recommend a big ole' (faux) bear vest for the upcoming winter nights. Should you fancy such a thing, find links below:
All landscape images copyright of Anna Howard Studios