Along Highway 395 in California, which one of my two favorite ways to journey from Southern California to Oregon, is a magical place where “tufa towers,” calcium-carbonate spires and knobs formed by interaction of freshwater springs and alkaline lake water stretch up and out of the Mono Lake. Mono Lake is a majestic body of water covering about 65 square miles. It is an ancient lake, over 1 million years old — one of the oldest lakes in North America. It has no outlet. I have always visited in the summer time or early fall and I’ve had many chances to capture the interplay of light on the mountains, desert, and water. Other times, the Osprey have made their yearly nests in these tufas, and I’ve stood on the adjacent shore photographing the mom and dads feeding their fledglings.