Some mornings the whole Eastern Sierra turns to fire for about ten minutes, the first sun hitting the high peaks while everything below is still locked in blue shadow and snow. This is one of those mornings, shot from the middle of the road at Benton Crossing, just outside Mammoth.I got low to the asphalt so the yellow line runs straight off the bottom edge and carries you all the way to the highest peak. The brush still holds a little gold, the snow holds the cold, and the summits hold the only warm light in the frame. A few minutes later it was gone and the mountains went flat and gray.This is the Sierra most people drive past on the way to somewhere else. Worth stopping for. Printed and finished to gallery standard, made to put a wall of mountains across your own.
