Our Palm Sunday was spent in Yosemite- not traditional, but very awe-inspiring. The roads were clear and we had not trouble getting into the park.
We stopped by a rushing creek.
People built snowmen in one field.
We admired Bridal Veil Falls.
El Capitan greeted us in its stately way.
Half Dome rose in the distance.
Nearby stood Cathedral Arches.
Yosemite Falls raced down, energetic from the recent snow.
Tame deer ate in the field.
The moon smiled over Half Dome.