Thanks so much for all of the tips and advise. Can't wait....
Oh, and don't forget to take plenty of sun-cream, drink lots of water - Keep clear of pink or yellow snow if there is any left up there..
I just spent a week maybe 40 miles from there...
Be prepared for weather in the mid-80's. If you see clouds/thunderstorms, take them when you can. The days are highly variable and you might have clear skies for 4 out of 5 days. Don't let the special days slip by.
My suggestion is to keep things light and use a backpack for your cameras if you can. Carry snacks and water.
"Photography, like surfing, is an infinite process, a constantly evolving exploration of life."
Just don't be disappointed if you discover that Yosemite Valley can be smoggy, hot, and crowded in summer - not at all that postcardy stereotype people imagine. Forest fire haze can obscure the rim at times. Now the good news - just head uphill if conditions are not favorable
down in the Valley itself. Summer is high country time, and by the time you arrive, the mosquitoes will have died off in Tuolumne Mdws etc.
Make sure you always have a raincoat, sweater, and canteen in your daypack before venturing far from the road, however. The weather can
change rather quickly with altitude - but that's what often makes great pictures! Ektar is an excellent film choice for color, but I'd personally
want to supplement it with a light pinkish skylight filter for UV at high altitude, and an 81A for coolish overcast conditions, or an 81C for deep
blue shade, esp in the early morning. The sky can be a much deeper blue at high altitude than at lower elevations, and this will affect film
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Originally Posted by Tom1956
(if a walk/distance is required, that's the path to take... most people don't, and i've found it worthwhile - bring water.)
Ha! Yosemite Valley was a developed tourist destination long before Ansel Adams was even born. And there were famous photographers working there well before his time too. I grew up not too far from the south boundary of the park. We referred to it as the "city". My baby sitter as an infant claimed to be the first white woman to ever visit Yosemite. ... the timing is realistic, since she was 95 when I was born. Somewhere we've got some early photos where the Ahwahneechee Indians running around naked in front of bark huts. The Valley was inhabited all along. Perhaps the last surviving member of that specific dialect was 122 when I was 12; and I had to communicate through a Paiute translator, or more specifically, Western Mono. .. a man who himself crossed the Sierra barefoot as a teenager to trade obsidian, and recalled this particular individual as an aged man when he was a child! But as a bratty kid, I wasn't allowed to enter Best Studio, because they had all those little ceramic chipmunks etc set up right on the edges of shelving, so kids like me would knock them off, and our parents
would be forced to pay for them. At that time AA sold prints there for four dollars apiece, though these were probably mass produced by his
assistants. But there's way way more the Park than just the Valley. You can walk a week in some of the quieter areas without seeing anyone
Fascinating story, Drew. I could share my story of growing up in The Bronx. But I didn't know any Indians and I suppose it was quite boring compared to your youth. In any case, I'd love for you to post some of those early pictures. They must be great.
Most of my classmates entering grammer school spoke no English except a few choice expletives, and they started school late every Fall
because they had to help their grandmothers harvest acorns (the major staple of Calif Indians) and materials for basket making. A number of
really old ones were still alive, including one who still had a feud going with an old white neighbor of ours, because they had been shooting at
each other in their youth! (The local Indian population was never exterminated or "pacified" like the tribes in the Gold Rush country slightly to
the north, but was slowly assimilated thru intermarriage, trade, ranch employment, etc). Everything has changed. Most are now dead. Some
have become casino multimillionaires (including the gal that was my square dance partner as a little kid), and a few have gotten their phD's
and have returned to record the tiny bit of authentic traditional still left. One of my cross-country running friends has founded a language
school for young Indian kinds to keep the local dialect alive. At this point in time, what Indian kids know about Indians is mostly from John
Wayne movies. ... just stereotypes. So I feel grateful that I got to know some of the very last of the Indians who had grown up aboriginal,
prior to any white contact. Somewhat later a book was published called Almost Ancestors, with early photographs of California Indians. I was
surprised to see a couple of my mother's best friends in there (photographed as children, of course).
Thanks Wiley, for sharing.
That was cool.