Kelly O'Leary

On a whirlwind 48 hour first-time trip to Salt Lake City, Utah in winter, I headed out to capture mountain views from the Bonneville Salt Flats. My drive from the city took me into a growing dense fog where I found myself standing at the I-80 Westbound rest area with barely a few yards of visibility. The world had become ghostly behind a thick veil of mist, the mountains completely erased, miles of salt flats where I stood vanished before me, it was both eery and wondrously magnificent. I simply stood, in awe, appreciating the calm and indescribable hush of stillness.