One of my favourite Death Valley photos, taken a few years ago on the salt pans at Badwater, the lowest point in North America. I think it nicely catches the hot shimmering distances of Death Valley (this was taken sometime early autumn), and that decisive moment when the couple on the left are looking back, videoing the mountains behind me.
Everyone takes a photo like this (and we all owe a lot to Richard Misrach‘s “Desert Cantos” when we do it), but this one’s mine, I guess.