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Sometimes poor sleep has rewards. That's what got me up, out of my motel and onto the tufa-tower shores of a foggy Mono Lake on this frigid winter morning. The unseen sunrise brilliantly painted equally unseen cloud layers high aloft, their many hues collectively filtered through a low stratus blanket to cast an otherworldly scene underneath it all. Not another soul braved the bitter cold out there; so this experience was God's and mine alone until I developed and scanned the slides.