Yosemite

What's a smart thing to do when you've got a nasty head cold, a day of vacation, and persistent friends? Spend a couple of winter nights in Yosemite Valley, where you can trudge through the snow in your Sorels or on your skis and take some photographs.

Fuzziness in this picture is actually snow. Hard to see here are traces of green pine boughs to the left and right. Green is also reflected in the water.



I considered cropping out the top portion of this one, but I like the hint of granite in the background.



The final photograph is of our campsite after we'd shoveled out from a night's worth of snow--as in, all night. Each of us had to periodically push against the inside of our respective tents (mine's in the foreground) to keep the snow from accumulating and collapsing the tent walls. And all night we could hear minor avalanches of snow dropping from the nearby mountains. (If you're reading, Shawn, this is about 75 yards in from the parking lot at Camp 4.)