Glory was present when visiting the almighty majestic grace of Yosemite national park.
Waterfalls poured emphatically whilst a glorious and spiritual drenching of holy baptism encompassed our sanctified halos.
That is how it felt walking through this cathedral of perfected beauty, a biblical essence of natural power as the rain fell, inviting the mind to be free, opening the imagination.
For the first time, Yosemite has been experiencing tremendous water and snow melt levels, gushing and overflowing with giddy optimism.
I'd never seen rain in California in June; afternoon thunderstorms are expected during the summer; Yosemite has its microclimate. Five miles from the park, the sun was beaming, birds sang merry songs, and good vibrations played on the car radio.
When the camera came out inside the park, the mood had changed dramatically, almost like entering an almighty world of an incredible natural wonder; my senses were on a collision course with genius creation changing and weaving like an inverted ocean on a divine wavelength made for two.
I got doused in the rain and consecrated, recharged by the church of Nature as if prompted. To capture this ever-changing kaleidoscopic showcase, job done and dusted, click a particular once-in-a-lifetime view of the spectacular.
This is Holy Baptism.
Thanks for viewing & feel free to critique with constructive positivity!
