“Breaking Storm, Dawn, Yosemite Valley” was one of those mornings when, aside from choosing to sleep in, it was impossible to make a wrong decision about where to be. Even so, this high perch overlooking the valley was perhaps the finest choice of the many options. From here, the morning sun backlit the mist that filled the valley, and trees and cliffs played hide and seek endlessly. The shifting clouds and sprinkling of trees communicate a wonderful sense of scale. I decided many times to finally stop recording more images of the scene, but then it would get even better, so I continued. It was a metaphor for the mysteries of the universe. Sudden clarity dissolving into hazy memories.