Chilly October sunrise. Peaceful meditation. Just kidding, I was scrambling all over to try and capture the layers of atmosphere and changing colors of the Eastern Sierras before the sun was too bright. But now it makes me feel calm to look at these.

I was born and raised in the Owens Valley– the Buttermilks was one of my favorite places to go clear my head. It will always be a place for me to recharge when I’m worn out.

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