Boards with shadows abstract, sans explanation, save to say the smoke from a fire west of Taos, diluting any opportunity for a gorgeous sunset this evening, found me going through the archive again. When I threw the virtual dart at the kb’s on the 2004 hard drive this image popped up! Thanks for looking. G
Tierra Amarilla New Mexico. A building with graffiti referring to the Tierra Amarilla Courthouse raid 50 years ago on June 5, 1967.
Here are some links should you want to know more:
Chicanos, Aztlán and the Tierra Amarilla courthouse raid.
The Courthouse Raid Recalled
New Mexico marks 50th anniversary of Chicano courthouse raid
Remembering the Tierra Amarilla Courthouse Raid 50 Years Later: June 5, 1967
“Rousers of the Rabble”
Thanks for looking. G
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Indian paintbrush on the slopes in the high country of the Valle Vidal unit of the Carson National Forest, New Mexico. What a gem of a place is this! For most of the day today we had it all to ourselves. The “paintbrush” are popping up all over the hillsides, attended by a multitude of daisies. The meadows are filled with wild irises and fields of grass, in the high winds, became instant cousins to ocean waves. A horseman riding bye held on firmly to his cowboy hat … and his horses reins. Thanks for looking. G
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The church of San Juan De Los Lagos Talpa, New Mexico. After numerous days on the road in southern Colorado photographing birds of prey and abandoned homesteads we travel close to home and find some simple lines in the afternoon light on a “Sites of Taos” photo tour. Thanks for looking. G
White house ruin in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Please indulge me with another posting from southern Colorado. This area intrigues me and draws me back often. This is one in a series of abandoned homesteads in Colorado and northern New Mexico. Thanks for looking. G
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Mammatus clouds (Read More) and sun setting at the Rio Grande Gorge, in Taos County, New Mexico.
After a road trip around the block (about 200 miles) yesterday we arrived back at the high bridge, overlooking the Rio Grande Gorge, and were greeted by this wonderful sight. There were some tourists on the bridge with phones doing their thing. The bachelor heard of bighorn sheep were munching alongside the parking lot. We had our intentions set on a fitting image to end our day trip. I like the way the shape of the clouds mirror the shape where the light and shadows meet on the opposite canyon wall. Thanks for looking. G
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Mesa road to the mountains under a big southwest sky, Taos, New Mexico. Just after a rain shower moved through the area the scent of wet sage filled the air and all was well with the world. At least that is how it felt standing in this little spot on the mesa looking to the mountains. Thanks for looking. G
Potato bunker storage in the San Luis valley Colorado. It’s about the shadows and highlights and even with the open rafters the exposed air was moist and cool in the midday sun at this underground bunker. This image was made directly west, behind the homestead in the June 3, image. Finding evidence of the odd few pieces of living room furniture, potential lairs of snakes and other sundry reptiles, allowed us a glimpse into a latter day environment that served more than one generation and perhaps gave shelter to more than one species. Thanks for looking. G
A Red-tailed Hawk guarding it’s nest gave us quite a display above and beyond. We wanted to get a few photographs of the hawk as it circled over us and for a few go rounds we made some images. It’s wonderful to watch and make images of these amazing aerial acrobats but stress affects us all, so we moved on. Thanks for looking. G
Little White House in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Could be the plains, looks like the plains but alas is in one of the most fertile valleys where potatoes are the mainstay crop. The San Luis Valley, Colorado.
What struck me the most about this scene was the walk way leading to the front door. One recurring observation I have, regarding a lot of the abandoned towns and buildings in this area, is how thriving things must have been in the day when folks occupied every last dwelling. And another thought … Approaching this home … I wondered who resided here and how many people had walked up this path to the front door, long before me, and were greeted openly by the occupants.
This day we were greeted by a family of ravens who inhabited an abandoned outbuilding nearby. The new guardians served up a bombardment of unwelcome squawks and screeches, no doubt their way of letting us know visitors were not wanted. Things change. Thanks for looking. G
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