I was walking past a reflection and saw myself. I slowed down to observe. The way you do before you notice and look away. But this time, instead of turning away, I lifted my camera.

It was late after a long drive through lightning. I'd made it through the storm and settled into my home for the night. A barren stretch of Salt Flats in the middle of Utah. Nearly everywhere I looked was empty except for an outcropping of small mountains — like