I spent the last week camping in Yosemite Valley. Yosemite Valley is without a doubt my favorite place. An annual trip for some-odd years made by myself and an assortment of my favorite people. A week of provisions provided by nature, welcomed by me and mine. Giant walls of painted granite, a waning river of snow-melt, a canopy green to the taste. This is where I find my muse. This is where I find myself. Nameless and unnoticed. Unencumbered.