Springtime in Yosemite is a quite a sight. The massive snowstorms of this past season has led to a snowpack trembling under it's own weight, melting into a raging mass of water that tumbles over the edges of cliffs like geysers shooting sideways. So most of my weekend in Yosemite was spent hiking up slippery granite steps and trails to experience the gushing falls in all their springtime glory. (And get thoroughly soaked in the process.)
I did, however, manage to sit myself down for a couple sketches later on in the week. Here is Bridal Veil Falls.
And a fallen tree and some branches along the ground.