总的来说，约塞米蒂像一幅画一样被保存了下来。 公园的边界是一个杰作周围

Overall, Yosemite is like a painting preserved. Boundary Park is a masterpiece of gilt frame around, within the framework we are asked to only take pictures, leave only footprints. This has very important reason Romeo and too many people come to the park in other ways to do this Romeo and yet I can not help but feel, to experience nature in the process, some things are sorry to disappear. For photos, it looks like a good thing, but to live in this world, this is not a suitable way. Nature is a place where we do not belong, we do not live in a place, a place where we are intruders. By definition, a visitor is an outsider, a person does not belong here, a stranger in paradise. Rebecca. Barbaric dream: Landscape of War American West trip. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1999. printed version)

In general, Yosemite was preserved like a painting. The boundary of the park is a masterpiece around the gilded frame in which we are asked to take only photographs and leave only footprints. There are very important reasons for this to be caused by too many people coming to this park to do it in other ways, however, I can't help but feel that in the course of experiencing nature firsthand, some things are unfortunately disappearing. It may seem like a good thing for photos, but it's not an appropriate way to live in this world. Nature is a place we don't belong in, a place where we don't live, a place where we are intruders. By definition, a visitor is an outsider, a person who does not belong here, and a stranger in heaven. Rebecca. Savage Dreams: A Tour of the American West Landscape War. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1999. Printed)

In general, Yosemite was preserved like a picture. The boundary of the park is a gilded frame around a masterpiece, within which we are asked to take photos only, leaving footprints. There's a very important reason for this. There are so many people coming to the park to do this in other ways. However, I can't help but feel that some things are sadly disappearing in this experience of nature. It may seem like a good thing for photos, but it's not the right way to live in the world. Nature is a place we don't belong to, a place we don't live in, a place where we are invaders. By definition, a tourist is an outsider, a person who doesn't belong here, a stranger in heaven. Rebecca. Savage dream: a tour of the American Western landscape war. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1999. Printing version)<br>