Standing above the clouds is weird, I mean standing on solid ground, not in an airplane, and looking down to the clouds below. It is surreal!
Thick clouds came in about an hour before sunset, and I was peeved, as that was the whole reason I spent 12 hours on Glacier Point; i.e. to photograph the sunset. A faint washed-out yellow disc was barely noticeable in the thick clouds and the temperature began to plummet. I was about to pack it in when I noticed the Yosemite Valley floor was becoming less visible, not from darkness, but from what looked like smoke. Smoke? Forest fire? No, a thermal inversion.
The clouds continued falling, and before long there was no view below … and no mountain peaks above. I was in the cloud, sort of a smoky dream world. Gradually, Half Dome’s peak became visible. It reminds me of a dolphin breaching the water’s surface.
Thought for the Day: The earth has music for those who listen. Shakespeare