I woke predawn to a 1/4 inch of ice on my truck in the Racetrack Valley, part of the Death Valley National Monument. The campsite was about 4 miles from the southern edge of the world famous Racetrack where stones move in mysterious ways across a dry lake bed. I rose, drove the miles to the viewing point and as I stood and watched the sun rise over the horizon this mysterious fog rose from the valley floor alongside the mountain range and silently drifted along while forming wild looking tendrils of visible moisture. It was creepy and entrancing all at the same time. — at Racetrack Playa Death Valley.
Shot with a Canon 1dsMark2, post processed using SNS-HDR (single shot), with a mild curves adjustment in Photoshop.