Mirror Lake, Yosemite National Park
“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe delicate air, whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them.”