The North Sea, off the coast of the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, England. Behind me is a wealth of history… Out there, from whence they came. The Viking raid on Lindisfarne. Thanks for looking. G
Bolton Abbey in Yorkshire, England.
The doors to the Priory Church of St Mary & St Cuthbert at Bolton Abbey. Entering the abbey church and inspired to look up, I made this image. Flashback to 2004, when I introduced my children to the “old country” and their relatives for the first time. Thanks for looking. G
The red barn revisited. This lovely barn, ensconced at the edge of a very large circular crop of potatoes, in the farming region of the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado, is a scene characteristic of countless rural areas across the globe.
As cultures, we share so many similarities. And as cultures we have so many differences that can separate us.
Yesterday three people from different walks of life met up to spend a day in the field photographing. Throughout the day, we reveled in the surrounding beauty of the landscapes, skies and architecture. Expressed multiple, diverse viewpoints, shared ideas, and created a variety of images based on personal views and experiences cultivated in life. Whether standing side by side, or exploring individual interpretations of a scene, we were constantly amazed at how much the solitary experience was enhanced by the collective view. That said, no two images created were alike. At the end of the day we parted ways richer for the camaraderie we shared in and through photography. Thanks for looking. G
Mexican hat in the garden this morning. It’s that time of year when these wildflowers proliferate the roadsides, gardens, and meadows in the high country. I always look forward to their appearance here. It reminds me that summer is in full swing and the afternoon monsoons are constant now, bringing much needed rain after a month or two with minimum moisture. Hats off to this beautiful little wildflower. Thanks for looking. G
Showy Milkweed (Asclepias Speciosa) thriving along unmown road shoulders, in disheveled corners of fields, abandoned gardens and where ever wildness reigns in Taos County, New Mexico. This plant is essential to the existence of the Monarch Butterfly. Sans the Milkweed, no Monarch butterflies. Interesting note: the floss of the plant is used by the Ogallala Comforter Company in manufacturing hypo-allergenic comforters and to help protect the Monarch Butterfly’s habitat. You can read more here. Thanks for looking. G
Rattlesnake, diamond back coon tail. Came across this image, delving into the archives. This image was made after we contained the serpent in not one, but two trash cans, as the commotion it made was so loud and released it in the foothills around Rinconada, NM. Upon release the snake skulked off, found a spot by a sage stump, covering it’s back door, much like a gunslinger in a saloon, and stood it’s ground. It had twelve rattles, indicating it was twelve years of age. Thanks for looking. G
Pivot Irrigator, Fort Garland, in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. When driving around the west, on the lookout for jaw dropping scenes to photograph, and add to the portfolio, sometimes I stop for an image that just happens to be there. In fact, when I look back through the years I find that I stop for a lot of images that “just happen to be there.” Over all the miles I’ve traveled, these images fill in the blanks, and connect the dots on the map I’ve created over the years. Thanks for looking, G.
Bison Painting, D H Lawrence Ranch. 1934 Bison painting by Trinidad Archuleta of Taos Pueblo on the DH Lawrence cabin in San Cristobal, NM.
I was looking through some photos on CDs that I exhumed from their current resting place in my closet, mostly back up discs from 2001, with lots of images of my young children at the time. In amongst them I found images from a trip I took with my parents to the D.H. Lawrence ranch. It was their second visit there during the numerous trips they made to the southwest over the years. This photograph of the Bison painting was in there with some shots of my parents hanging out in the shade of the cabin porch. We grew up reading D.H. in school in the UK. I didn’t care for him much then, but came to like his writing later in my life. “I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had. It certainly changed me forever…” Well … that certainly resonates with me. Thankful for the memories… and thanks for looking. G
Chevrolet truck with a view of Ute Mountain. Find an old truck, with a view out the windshield, stick the camera in the cab, get it all framed up, include the prerequisite spider of a crack in the windshield for full authenticity. The nice condition of the cab interior finishes it off. And yep! … there you have it! Thanks for looking. G
Lightning strikes on the mesa west of Taos. This is an image of six lightning strikes in the same location and composited into one frame. I’m posting this to see if it inspires rain soon. I may post more monsoon images over the next few days. This is my version of a rain dance, far more acceptable to me than dancing on the deck chanting something to bring about rain… although I have been known to do that… after all, I do hail from a long line of Druids!