Tunnel View looks straight down the length of Yosemite Valley. El Capitan quietly shoulders one side of the valley, while Bridalveil Falls, a movement in white, drops over 600 feet from one of Yosemite’s glacier carved hanging valleys. Half Dome rises sharped edged, lurking at the valley’s end. A forest of black oak, ponderosa pine, incense-cedar and white fir dominate the foreground, perfect in contrast. As shadows play on light and dark granite, the valley feels in motion, revolving in silence. I was reminded of a hand colored photo of Eden. The frontispiece in one of my father’s worn books from childhood.