Photograph by Gabriel Moulin 



BRIDALVEIL FALLS, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK, CALIFORNIA 



Like loving bridesmaids the friendly winds of the Yosemite Valley are continually seeking a more 

 charming drapery of the Bridalveil. Masses of water, which would kill a man or smash to bits a rock 

 less durable than the granite against which only the patient glacier has proved its power, here fall like 

 lightest fabrics to the valley floor. The valley which was once filled by a lake is now carpeted with 

 flowers reaching from the towering cliffs against wh : .ch the bridal veil is hung to the sparkling waters of 

 the Merced River, 



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