I met these two gentleman waiting for permits in Lone Pine, California. My wife and I arrived at 7 am to beat the lines. These fellas’ had been there since 3 a.m. The night crew was supposed to leave them a permit out the night before, however when the gentlemen arrived no permit was to be found. They patiently watched the sunrise with us and told us stories of perilous mountain passes, loose rocks, and tight wound women.
The rain was still absent, the group headed to the water-earth boundary. Although if one counts the molecules in the air as water does this suggest there is not really a boundary there? Swimming in humidity, mosquitoes dive deep. I snapped the shot, mike was quick to question my strategy. The flashbulb still cooling he audibly disagreed.