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Deb Beausoleil 📷🌅📸 she/her
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@BeautifulSunPhotography@sfba.social  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
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Bill Gallagher Photography
Bill Gallagher Photography
@BGP@socel.net  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
Bill Gallagher Photography
Bill Gallagher Photography
@BGP@socel.net  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
The Captain You’re standing at the edge of Yosemite Valley, gazing upward at El Capitan, a colossal granite monolith that dominates the landscape like a stone cathedral. Its sheer vertical face rises with breathtaking force—smooth in places, jagged in others—etched with subtle striations from centuries of wind, ice, and sun. The rock glows faintly under a soft, overcast sky, its pale gray surface kissed by diffused light that makes the cliff feel both immense and ethereal. Below, the Merced River gently winds through the valley, its surface rippling with motion and reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The water’s quiet murmur contrasts with the silent grandeur of the cliff above. On either side of the river, lush green trees—a mix of pine and deciduous—frame the scene with vibrant life. Their leaves rustle faintly, adding texture and movement to the stillness. The air feels cool and clean, tinged with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. There’s a sense of reverence here, as if nature itself is holding its breath in the presence of something sacred. The image evokes awe, solitude, and timelessness—a moment suspended between stone and sky.
Deb Beausoleil 📷🌅📸 she/her
Deb Beausoleil 📷🌅📸 she/her
@BeautifulSunPhotography@sfba.social  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago
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Dave Bowman
Dave Bowman
@dabowphoto@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.
Dave Bowman
Dave Bowman
@dabowphoto@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.
A photograph of a well used bicycle resting outside a small restaurant in Shinjuku. The bike leans close to the entrance, surrounded by wooden wall panels and stacked crates, with a paper lantern above giving off a soft, warm glow. The metal frame of the bicycle looks worn and the paint is slightly faded, suggesting it has been used often over time. The setting feels quiet and everyday, like a small local spot that blends into the street, with gentle lighting and simple details that make the space feel personal and lived in rather than modern or flashy.