These scenes of Mono Lake, warm and cool, are far away in space as well as time. Theoretically I could get in my car and be there well before today's sunset, but I'll settle for looking at the pictures and imagine I'm there already.
My recollection of the visit when I made these pictures on a presumably chilly morning in March, thirty-two years ago, is pretty hazy, if it even qualifies for that much distinction. Yet I've been there enough times over the years that my imagination feels very present on the tufa-strewn shore.
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