The weather in Yosemite this weekend, at least while I was there, was pretty miserable. I spend a lot of time standing in the pouring rain, and all of the grand views that I had hoped to shoot were socked in fog and log clouds. Not wanting to go home empty handed thought, I through on the long lens and shot across the valley as the this scene caught my eye. I was taken by the idea of separation. Over the course of the next few thousand years, this cliff edge will be wedged apart by rain and snow and heat and freezing. The lone tree atop it will be separated from the other trees, and it may as well be the last tree to ever grow in that spot. For just a few seconds, maybe 40, the fog rolled in extremely thick and separated the tree from the dark rock in the background, allowing it this moment to stand out. Yosemite. Always something new. Always epic. Just have to be in the right spot at the right time. Glad I was. Cheers. -jared r.