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When standing on the Swinging Bridge in Yosemite you get this view of the Upper Yosemite Falls reflected in the Merced River. This was taken in the early morning which is generally the best time to get the calm water.
Early morning view of the Yosemite Falls, the highest water fall in North America (739m from top to base)
One hour after local sunrise time.
First week of February 2020
From beneath the Swinging Bridge
Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park
California, USA
rue des Moulins and Pont du Faisan, the swinging bridge, within Petite France in Strasbourg's historic city center in all their splendour reflected in calm, nocturnal waters.
Yosemite Falls and North Dome, and their reflections on the Merced River, on the morning five days after the 15-20 cm (6-8 inches) snow, first week of December 2018. Mist still rising from the snow, but clearing off, at about three hours after local sunrise time. A view from beneath the Swinging Bridge, Yosemite Valley.
This was the maximum coverage possible with my camera (APS-C) and 17 mm lens.
Yosemite National Park, California, USA
I arrived at Jay Cooke state park before sunrise. I seem to find a lot of those treacherous walks along the craggy rocks in the dark.
I tried to find composition in the dark which was a bit of challenge. I finally decided on this place and waited for the sun to pop. I knew it would be more of a yellow glow rather than an amazing sunrise due to the cloudless sky.
This is one of busiest parks in Minnesota and it is so peaceful having the place to myself. Within minutes of the sunrise there were joggers, walkers, hikers, and I even saw a man and his son with skateboards. I'm not real sure how that worked at this place.
Yosemite Falls and North Dome on the morning five days after the 15-20 cm (6-8 inches) snow, first week of December 2018. Mist still rising from the snow, but clearing off, at about three hours after local sunrise time. A view from beneath the Swinging Bridge, Yosemite Valley.
This was the maximum coverage possible with my camera (APS-C) and 17 mm lens.
Yosemite National Park, California, USA
Recently, Rishabh and I were at Yosemite. As we drove into the park – with tire chains on my Prius– we saw several vehicles exiting the valley with a foot of snow on their top. It had been snowing relentlessly in the Sierra for the past couple of days and another wet atmospheric river was to come Yosemite's way the next day (which would eventually shut the park down for weeks). On this day however, the snow was doing to Yosemite what—as Pablo Neruda said—spring does to the cherry trees. Transformed thus into a brazen enigma, Yosemite was unrecognizable. She was like a song, whose lyrics I could not recall. She was like a sadness for which I could not cry. And yet, she was felt. In silence. As Urrutia.
Last Wednesday I took off after work and made the six hour drive to Yosemite. I only had to pull over once to catch some Z's at a rest stop and pulled into Oakhurst just after 1 AM. After hunting around for an open gas station, I made my way over to highway 140 as I wasn't sure how much snow they had just received over the pass near Fish Camp on the 41.
As I made my way up highway 140, I was shocked at how full the Merced River was for this time of year. It sprinkled a little on my way up, and I thought I might get lucky until I entered the park and the snow began to fall in earnest. It was going on 3 AM when I finally pulled over, just below the 120 turnoff, to put the Z cables on the Prius. It was well after 3 AM when I finally pulled over to grab some sleep.
By 6 AM, it was still snowing and after making a quick lap through the park, it was obvious that I wouldn't be getting any shots as the cloud ceiling was far too low. I was assuming that at some point during the day there would be a break in the clouds and I would be able to take the tripod out for some Winter storm shots.
Over the course of the day, the clouds never really lifted and it continued to snow...and snow, and snow throughout the park until night fell. I ate in the Yosemite Lodge Grill which was 90 percent empty and then headed off to bed. At 1:30 AM I was up with the alarm as I knew there was a full moon. I stuck my head out of my room and was bummed to find out that ALL of the clouds had disappeared while I was grabbing some sleep. I grabbed my gear and headed out to start shooting. I took this shot around 3 AM. It's worth noting that the Merced River was probably about the highest I've ever seen it after the flood earlier in the week. Also worth noting that I wasn't the only psycho there at 3 AM with the temperatures dipping into the 20's.
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While standing along the river bank of the Merced River in the Swinging Bridge Picnic area of Yosemite National Park with a view looking to the north. My thinking in composing this image was the capture a balanced view between the reflections on the still waters of the Merced River with that of the actual mountainside with its ridges, peaks, and dried up Yosemite Falls. I went ahead and used a portrait orientation to capture more of the setting with the reflection and mountainside. That would also bring more of a focus in the captured image.
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The first kiss of winter along the Winnebago River by the park. I have taken shots here before, but thought the early snow ambience was a nice touch.
The swinging bridge is safe now, but the old wooden one was a lot more fun!
Copyright 2022
I am so happy that the autumn season has arrived! This past summer has been the hottest, most extremely humid that I can remember and I am glad to say goodbye to it. These leaves were resting on the boards of a swinging bridge not 10 minutes down the road from me. Anita and I paid a visit to it again because there is a great controversy in the community about whether or not to tear it down. It would be such a shame to do that I think. It was "interesting" to try to make that bridge stay still and get a nice straight down shot! There's a another photo of the bridge in the comment section below.
One of a multiple swinging bridges within Fall Creek Falls State Park. This one crosses Piney Creek and was photographed late in the afternoon as the sun was setting and colors were at their best. Located on a very short and enjoyable hike to the Piney Falls Overlook, this bridge gives a nice view of the creek and adds a little fun to the hike. Additionally, Fall Creek Falls is possibly my favorite state park in Tennessee (although I have not visited them all) offering plenty to do and many great sights to photograph.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
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The floating bridge across Santa Anna Harbor leads to the colorful waterfront buildings of Willemstad, Curacao. It's a great place to spend the day and check out the shops on the side streets behind these buildings. This was taken from the RIF Fort which is an interesting place to check out also.
Quite a few swinging bridges remain in Eastern Kentucky. Often one cabin at the head of a hollow needs an affordable creek crossing. Otherwise when it rains and the creek rises, nobody is going to work or school. This bridge has new planks. Much of rural Lewis County, in northeastern Kentucky, has changed little in the past hundred years. When the creek's up, the owner parks at the road and uses the bridge. The cost of an all weather bridge spanning this wide of a creek is way to expensive to contemplate.
When the creek floods the bridge would get used. Note the steps were removed on the highway side of the bridge. Rural Kentucky still has a lot of swinging bridges. Located north of the Hillsboro Covered Bridge.
The East Fork runs for many miles toward Saint Leon in Southwest Indiana and often floods Guiilford at its lower confluence with Tanners Creek. This beautiful, brick farmhouse has a substantial bridge.
Winnebago River
Some moody autumn ambience starting to show along the river near East Woods. The bridge is an icon over the dam, it allows folks camping along the river to cross over and hike the park.
The bridge is now very safe compared to the old wooden bridge that really did swing! That's a story for another day! :)
Copyright 2021
If you have ever been to Yosemite National Park, you know how hard it is to find a parking place near the Swinging Bridge during the day. However the best time to see the view is early in the morning before the big crowds arrive. You'll be able to park your car quickly and then enjoy this magnificant view. jhp.photos
A view from the Androscoggin Swinging Bridge. This is a three image panorama and is looking down stream.
It's been pretty cold around these parts... When I got into the car this morning, it was a whopping 32 degrees.
This is Swinging Bridge at Yosemite National Park. During our October trip to Yosemite, the mornings were quite frosty. It was the perfect condition for misty mornings along the Merced River.
The Clear Creek Monastery has a swinging bridge that goes from the bank the Monastery sits on to the pasture the sheep graze on.
This was the view from Swinging Bridge just after midnight last Saturday. One of the reasons that I dropped everything and made the 6 hour dive to Yosemite last Saturday was to see what was happening to the Merced River which was nearing flood stage. The snow pack in the higher elevations is reported to be 200% of normal and now all of that water was making its way down to the valley floor.
In this photo, the water level is up several feet from where I usually see it during the Winter months. If you look closely you can see that much of the meadow toward the right was under water from both river overflow and creeks that were now pouring down from waterfalls on all sides of the valley.
I also wanted to verify that this photo was taken just after midnight under a 3/4 moon. I remember being shocked the first time I processed a moon shot in the valley at both the blue in the sky and bright green on the foliage. Typically I think of landscapes under moonlight to be more silver or gray in color, but that is obviously not the case.
Even though it was late at night, I made my way quickly around the valley and made it to the tunnel just a minute or two before the clouds rolled back in. I hope to get those shots up soon as well as an article on the Spring Water levels in the valley in a new blog post, It truly was an amazing 16 hours of shooting before the long drive home.
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I've been shooting Yosemite as a landscape photographer for almost 10 years now and I've been fortunate to be in the park for a number of what I consider to be special circumstances. Of all of those, the events that took place over the last 36 hours or so definitely rank way the heck up there.
Last Monday, I took off after work a bit later than I had hoped, driving in showery weather up through the grapevine past Bakersfield and on past Fresno. I was hoping to not have to put on chains until I reached the valley floor, but when I started seeing snow well below Oakhurst, I knew that it would be a long night. Highway 41 was closed due to heavy snow as I reached Oakhurst so I headed for highway 140 through Mariposa. The snow was already several inches thick in several spots along the way, but I managed to make it to Midpines before the snow really began coming down hard and I pulled over and put the Z cables on. As I left Midpines I was the ONLY car driving up. Of course, it was already after 11 PM on a weeknight during a big storm so that may have had something to do with it. When I reached the valley floor, the snow was already at least 8 inches deep and it showed no signs up letting up.
On Tuesday morning, I thought something was strange as the snow was at least a foot deep already but the plows hadn't been by anywhere that night. I made a quick trip around the loop expecting to head up to Tunnel View, but the road leading to Tunnel View was closed. I continued around and noticed that several trees and branches had come down due to the heavy snow. I finally settled in at the Valley View parking lot and found one other brave soul there. It looked like her van must have been there all night.
By 10 AM I was making another trip around the loop but now I knew something must be going on because NO ONE else seemed to be in the park. The only other vehicles I had seen belonged to the NPS. It was still coming down and when I walked into a field opposite Bridal Veil, the snow was already almost up to my knee caps. Finally, a ranger drove by and told me that everything was closed...not only 41 and 140, but all of the roads in the valley floor as well. All of the park guests at Ahwahnee and the Lodge were told not to dig out and drive around as conditions were not safe. An hour later, another ranger told me that they would begin escorting people out that afternoon if they wanted to leave.
I wanted to stay until after the storm broke, so I continued to drive around the loop, keeping a wary eye on tree branches and finally found a place to park near the chapel with no trees overhead. I shot for a while, wading waist deep into the snow into the Chapel meadow, but then the heaviest snow yet began to come down in earnest. I headed back to the car for a nap while I waited for the snow to let up. When I woke up, I noticed the light had changed. I peeked out the window and saw the sun beginning to poke through the clouds. I jumped out and started shooting. On my walk back down to Swinging Bridge, I was completely alone and it was glorious. If you have never been in Yosemite to witness a clearing winter storm, I cannot recommend it highly enough.
By the time I made it back to the car, it was after 4 pm and I had just enough time to try for a sunset shot at the valley view before starting on the 6.5 hour drive home.
Part of what made last Tuesday so incredible was just the complete sense of solitude in one of the nation's busiest parks. I must have shot at least a dozen locations and at almost all of them I was completely alone. I did meet a few other hardy photographers while I was out there, but it seemed most guests decided to wait out the storm while sipping hot cocoa and the rest of the world, for that brief expanse of time, was cut off. Just for a moment, I got to be John Muir and wade out into a Yosemite meadow and hear nothing but the sound of snowflakes as they swirled around me.
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A few swinging bridges remain in rural Lewis County, Kentucky, crossing over Cabin Creek. The area is one of the first settlements in the Ohio River Valley region. Legend has it that the Shawnee Indiana and settlers on flatboats met on one of islands on the Ohio River. The settlers traveled down the Ohio River from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. They were trying to find the huge cane fields with their buffalo trails that Daniel Boone spoke of. Miscommunications led the settlers to Cabin Creek where they settled. Actually they were supposed to go further down the Ohio River to Limestone Creek at present day Maysville, Kentucky. A short time later another group of settlers went up Limestone Creek and settled in the cane fields and founded Washington, Kentucky. That area has a huge flat area with many large successful farms to this day. The Cabin Creek area is rocky and hilly and home to a number of small struggling farms. Lewis County is in Appalachia and one of poorest counties in Kentucky. Washington is in Mason County and remains a very historical area surrounded by successful farms.