"Wonderful how completely everything in wild nature fits into us, as if truly part and parent of us. The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and; tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love." ~ John Muir

Its hard to imagine that one could start to look at all the waterfalls and the streams of Yosemite Valley and become blasé about them, but after a record winter snowfall I’d have to say that seeing a body of water or a waterfall was about as common as seeing the common squirrel. Thankfully all the squirrels I met were just as interesting and entertaining as the waterfalls, so I never truly tired of either and each had its own verse to sing in the Yosemite Songs Of Love. Here is another view of Yosemite Falls in the background as its water meanders its way to the Merced River.