March 2018

I often get drawn into sorting through bins of old photos at thrift stores and tell myself that I’ll find one last striking photo in order to call it quits. Last week it turned out to be a shot of Half Dome taken from Glacier Point in Yosemite. Coincidentally I was there just weeks before, so I was thrilled about this find.

 
 

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The coincidence continued as I flipped it and saw it was actually a photo postcard of a style whose type I had swiped for my own cards. I had been at Yosemite with my brother and excitedly messaged him. He suggested we try and figure out exactly where it was shot, though I didn’t have high hopes as I didn’t really shoot many environmental shots of the large area that Glacier Point encompasses.

 
 

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Later that night I did look through and realized I had none from my recent trip there. Then I checked photos from a previous visit a year and a half prior when I shot the branch photo. Note the same branch here.

I noticed a small crag of rock in the foreground that appears in both images.

I was stunned…



 

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I overlaid them. Whoever shot the photo on the postcard stood a couple steps to my left and a hundred years before me.

 

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And back to Yosemite I must go…