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| I heard it was snowing in Yosemite on the evening news. I drove all night to reach Yosemite Valley. It was still snowing when I arrived at sunrise. The valley floor was covered in a fresh blanket of snow. The trees looked like sculptures. I could see the sun starting to peak through the snow storm at sunrise. The next few hours were magic for taking pictures of Yosemite. |
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