Yosemite, over Memorial Day weekend, is not the best time to photograph landscapes – unless you're willing to do things differently. We got up at 3:00 am to drive to the valley and started shooting as soon as the light added color to the landscape. At that time, no one else was really in the valley.
A few hours later, it was filled with photographing visitors. Some would jump out, with their smartphones in hand, only to jump back into their cars and drive off again. Others would simply hang their phones out the car windows and continue to drive and shoot. Still, others would set up their tripods and shoot even though the light was no longer optimal. It was really a microcosm of how many things in life are approached. But, all seemed to be having fun, and the beauty of creation was without peer.
This also speaks to whether or not there is art in photography. After all, everyone now has a camera. See my post on “Art, or not”.
On the way out, we stopped at Cascade Creek, to shoot the rocks and tree. Unfortunately, the tree is no longer. I presume it was washed away by this year's high waters. Here's an older image of Cascade Creek with the tree. This entire trip has been a vision of the continuing changes that occur at Yosemite.