06/03/2026
"What Do Ya See, Dad?"
Not every day in Yosemite cooperates. The skies were flat, the light high and harsh. So Josh and I headed to Mariposa Grove in search of some big, beautiful trees.
And while we certainly found the trees, those photographs will wait for another day.
What I found was a single white dogwood bloom in the shade. No crowd. No golden light. Most everyone walked right past.
I stopped.
"What do ya see, Dad?"
"The dogwood, and the way the light's hitting it."
There were hard questions on that trip. Honest answers. The kind of conversations that only happen when you've been walking together long enough for the noise to fall away. I won't write about those here. Some things belong only to the miles that made them.
At the Ansel Adams Gallery I picked up "Examples: The Making of 40 Photographs." Inside, Adams wrote that we rarely explore the small and commonplace — that we photograph scenery when the whole world is right in front of us.
Maybe that's why a dogwood bloom caught my attention while everyone else walked past.
Josh and I walked a lot of miles chasing the big views. In the end, it was a single dogwood bloom in the shade that reminded me — even in a place as vast as Yosemite, the small things are still worth stopping for.
~ Roger
📍 Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park