The Firehole River seems to live up to its name, as columns of what seems to be smoke rises from its valley. Actually, they are plumes of steam created by the heat of Yellowstone’s hot springs and geysers clashing with the chill of dawn. I stress these plumes by under exposing this image, abstracting the ground into utter blackness. The steamy riverbanks become even more incongruous when seen in such an abstract context. The rising sun may incongruously burn a white-hot hole right through this image, but it’s the smoldering Firehole itself that steals the scene here.