This past weekend, we packed up the car and headed to Yosemite for a long weekend to celebrate my wife's birthday. The weather was less than ideal most of the time we were there: rain or frozen rain, and a blanket of fog that obscured most of Yosemite's iconic sites from view. But on the day we left, after roughly fourteen hours of snowfall, God smiled upon us, granting me a long held wish and giving Arin a truly unforgettable birthday present: the chance to see Yosemite in all of its winter glory.

I am exceedingly proud of the photos I took that day, but no photo, no matter how perfect or amazing, could possibly convey the majesty of Yosemite in the Winter.