A PHOTO ESSAY FROM SS

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

2nd stanza, HOW GREAT THOU ART

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YOSEMITE: WHERE MOTHER NATURE AS AN ARTIST IS AT HER BEST

Nowhere else on earth has Nature assembled its most and greatest works of art than in the Yosemite Valley. Its canvass and stones are the Sierra Nevada region and mountain of central California; its pigments and polish are the four seasons and glaciers (which produced the shiny flat surface of some rocks); its brush and scalpel are the water, wind, sand and other small abrasives; its fingers are the Pacific plate slide and gravity; and its patrons are the eons of time which extends as far back as 500 million years ago and the people who come to feast in its beauty. It has even adorned the surroundings of its exhibition gallery with proud (branches arcing upwards), majestic (towering like king), and long-life (perhaps centuries old) redwood trees.

The pictures that follow were taken yesterday which is a day in summertime. Giving a caption to each one of them is unnecessary and is almost desecrating; hence, enjoy.

.... ss