"Hundreds of years ago, in the shelter of the Yosemite Valley, lived Tu-to-a-nula and his tribe.
He was a wise Chief, trusted and loved by his people, always setting the right example by preserving crops and game for the winter.
While he was hunting one day, he saw the lovely guardian spirit of the Valley for the first time.
His people called her Ti-sa-yac.
Tu-tok-a-nula felt she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her skin was like milk, her hair was golden as the afternoon sun, and her eyes were bluer than the sky. Her voice, as sweet as the song of the thrush, drew him toward her. But as he reached out to her, she rose up towards the heavens and vanished.
From that moment, the Chief knew no peace and he no longer cared for the well being of his people.
Without his guidance, Yosemite became like a desert.
When Ti-sa-yac came again after a long time,she broke into tears. Bushes were growing where corn had once flourished, and bears foraged where the huts had been.
On a mighty dome of rock, she knelt and prayed to the Great Spirit above, asking him to restore virtue to the land.
The Great Spirit granted her pleas. Stooping from the sky, he spread new life of green on the Valley floor. He struck a thunderous blow against the mountains and broke a pathywayfor all the melting snow to flow. The water ran and danced downward, collecting in a lake below and flowing off to gladden other land.
The birds returned with their songs, the flowering plants began to blossom once more, and corn soon grew tall. When the Yosemite people returned to their Valley, they gave the name of Ti-sa-yac to what is now called South Dome, where the guardian spirit had knelt and prayed.
Then the Chief came home agian. When he heard what the beautiful spirit maiden had done, his love for her became stronger than ever.
Climbing to the top of a rock that rose thousands of feet below the Valley, he carved his likeness into the ston with his hunting knife. He wanted his tribe to remember him after he parted from the earth.
Tired from his work, the Chief sat the foot of Bridal Veil Fall. Suddently he saw a rainbow arching over the figure of Ti-sa-yac, who was shining from the water. She smiled and beckoned to him. With a cry of joy, Tu-tok-a-nula leapt into the water fall and disappeard with his beloved.
The rainbow quivered on the cascading water, and the sun set."
---- reference: http://www.firstpeople.us
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tenretin (2657) 2014-01-16 10:26
When looking at your photo have could almost feel the cold and water. This is a photo interesting and full of details.
Well done and well framed.
Noel_Byrne (33458) 2014-01-16 10:28
That's a beautiful note, you had me captivated with that legend, and your picture to accompany is one where legend would be born. My first though was the mountain of the dwarves in the Lord of the Rings movies, but reading your note I see the real legend very easily here. the delicate snowfall and the real mist of winter offer a beautiful magical feel to this place.
I have no idea where you could have stood to capture this angle and view, but its a brilliant result.
All the best
ikeharel (77407) 2014-01-16 10:30
A marvelous old picture of wild nature in winter of 1999, Ray.
Fog and mist gave a unique texture to the scene.
Impressive place all year round.
aliabazari (16252) 2014-01-18 18:27
Hi Ray Dear
How are you.
A beautiful and attractive display. Exposure and color are very well done. Very well.
Thanks for sharing.
eldancer1 (36343) 2014-01-19 7:45
I think I might want to visit Yosemite again but in the spring so I can catch some of those beautiful waterfalls. The vertical worked well with the composition. Good lighting and dof with nice contrast. Well done, tfs.