I’m afraid of bears. Not a normal healthy respect, like an irrational “all the bears in Yosemite Valley are out to maul me to death” kind of fear. I’m even convinced a good chunk of them come down from the high country once word gets out I’m there. Yes, this fear is specific to Yosemite. It's irrational, remember? I blame it on all the ranger talks we went to when I was little. They made a huge deal about the bears. “Use the bear lockers! Bears roam the campgrounds! They destroy cars! Don’t run if you see one!”
Which is why I feel like this photo, a 40 minute exposure in a very dark meadow, is a big deal.