Fog, Trees, and Reflection; Dawn, Glacier National Park
A short period around dawn on this morning represented my most productive section of the entire trip, all in the first mile of an 11-mile hike, half straight uphill over broken rock to a glacier, the other half right back down. On one litre of water, no less (I had accidentally forgotten my iodine tablets).
The dawn was special: the fog and clouds kept blowing in and out of the trees, and the mist across the lake; I shot continuously for much of that hour, pausing in shooting only to move to the next shooting location.