When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it'd be nice to rub my chin.
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it'd be nice to rub my chin.