One of the many things to love about Yosemite valley is that once you get past those big grand landscapes the valley starts to speak to you in subtle ways. Heading home on my way out of the valley this reflection caught my eye. This scene could have easily been overlooked for a view of a near by waterfall or a dramatic valley wall photo, but it was the slow meandering flow of the Merced river that caught my eye. Nothing dramatic… no rapids, no fast paced movement of water, no valley walls, no amazing alpenglow… only the slow peaceful flow of water and reflected fall color. A very transient moment and one well savored.