I admit it. I’m fascinated by dried mud.
Perhaps not so much that I will endure a two hour bumpy drive to get to the racetrack at Death Valley, where everyone except me has gone to photograph a rock on the dried mud.
I know my back wouldn’t handle that kind of torture and why bother when there are other more accessible places with equally fascinating dried mud?
Last time we were there, Ray and I went exploring around the lake with the quest of finding an old homestead. We never did find it, but we discovered some excellent mud along the way!
I could photograph this stuff all day long. I especially like making abstract images of the patterns in the mud.