On my way to Death Valley I spent four days photographing the eastern side of the Sierras around Mono Lake and south. One of the things high on my list was to find stream with some nice curvature leading up a canyon to the snow capped mountains. I drove all over, up all of the canyons that were open but most of the streams were covered with trees, so while there were leading lines to the mountains, there were none with the stream visible in a meaningful way. None until this particular afternoon when I found this location. OMG! I was ecstatic. I simply love this scene. I shot tons of images of it, came back the next morning to capture the sun just touching the peaks. But in the early morning the cold air meets the warmth of the hot springs and the canyon fills with mist. I couldn't see the stream or the mountains. It was to be a week later when I returned after Death Valley that I captured it without the mist. Seems a slight breeze does wonders for clearing out the mist.
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