Yosemite's beauty overwhelmed me; I wasn't sure I could make an image that was worthy of the scenes before my eyes. Then, "the spot" was overflowing with photographers, well before sunrise. What to do? I snow-showed along the banks of the Merced River, quietly observing my surroundings. As the sunlight began to stream into the valley, it reflected off the northern walls, and onto the Merced River below. The golden beams caught my eye, and I knew I had found my purpose for the morning.