Rippled Fire

I love photographing the mud patterns in Death Valley, whether it’s cracked, rippled, peeling, I become obsessed. This particular scene did not present itself until the sun was seconds from dipping below the mountains. It was truly a fleeting moment that lasted all of ten seconds. Moments before, and after, the light did not reveal the depth and texture of the mud. The light told the story for this image.

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