Morning with El Capitan +

As dawn broke over Yosemite, I found myself standing by the Merced River, El Capitan soaring majestically in the early morning light. My new son, snug against my chest, had woken just as I attempted to sneak out of our tent. His cheerful refusal to return to slumber turned into a serendipitous adventure. Together, we watched the sun rise, casting golden hues over the granite face of the iconic rock. Each moment was a blend of fatherhood and artistry, capturing a scene that would linger in both our memories long after the light faded.