Arroyo Hondo Valley, Evening Light

Arroyo Hondo Valley, evening light. It makes sense that the village of Arroyo Hondo is in this gorgeous valley if for no other reason than the beautiful cottonwoods, mountains and the light. The village is just beyond the cottonwoods to the right. I frequently check out this view on the drive home or when heading into town. Thanks for looking. G

Arroyo Hondo Valley, Evening Light

Red-Winged Blackbird On The Cattails

Red-winged Blackbird on the cattails in Arroyo Hondo, NM. A pair of Red-winged Blackbirds can raise 2-3 broods per season. They build a new nest each time. This ensures that the nest remains free from parasites that could ultimately kill the baby birds. And… they build them in the cattails here along the Rio Hondo in northern New Mexico. Thanks for looking. G

Red-Winged Blackbird On The Cattails

Red Willow, Cottonwood, Arroyo Hondo

Red willow and a cottonwood on the hill in Arroyo Hondo, New Mexico. I posted a photo of this same scene on November 1st. The snow fall was a lot heavier yesterday in the image below. In this image the red willows have taken on a luminous glow. The red willows willows are abundant throughout Taos County. Taos Pueblo is the home of the Red Willow People. Come visit! Thanks for looking. G

Red Willow, Cottonwood, Arroyo Hondo

Colors Of Fall In The Arroyo Hondo Valley

Colors of fall in the Arroyo Hondo Valley, northern New Mexico. Although I pass this spot on the map almost every day, most certainly when I go into town, it’s a joy to see the colors begin to intensify each fall to their absolute peak. Similarly, watching them fade slowly to the other end of the fall color spectrum is equally noteworthy. It has been an incredible fall in northern New Mexico and it’s not over yet. Ask anyone you meet, they’ll agree. I hope you do, and thank you, as always, for looking. G

Colors Of Fall in The Arroyo Hondo Valley

Gate But No Fence … Yet

Gate but no fence … yet, in the village of Arroyo Hondo, New Mexico. There’s a beautiful little acequia runs through this property just behind the gate. I can just discern the outline of it. While I was taking the picture, the owner emerged from his home with and inquisitive, watchful, eye from behind the screen door. I told him, “We are admiring your gate, and can’t wait to see the fence!” He was amiable regarding our curiosity. I think he is proud of the gate and chained it to the posts so no one will steal it. Good luck to anyone who tries it. Or it, the gate, being made of mostly steel was, in all probability, holding up the posts.  Image filed under local oddities. Thanks for looking. G

Gate But No Fence ... Yet Arroyo Hondo

Three Lightning Strikes

Three Lightning Strikes from the Hondo Mesa. We didn’t quite expect this on a drive out this evening. Pami and I headed south a little, to the village of Arroyo Hondo, where I made some images of a very large shaft of sunlight, slashing across the western sky. It was very impressive in itself. But when I got home in front of the computer I saw these shots of three lightning strikes in the sunset rains. There were enough other images for future postings. As always, thanks for looking and taking the time to enjoy my work and posts. G

Three Lightning Strikes

Red-Tailed Hawk, Arroyo Hondo

Red-Tailed Hawk, Arroyo Hondo, NM. Every now and then I like to revisit Poet Laureate Ted Hughes Poem, “Hawk Roosting” You can read it below. Thanks for looking. G

Red-Tailed Hawk, Arroyo Hondo

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth’s face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly –
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads –

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

 — Ted Hughes

Arroyo Hondo Morning Sunrise

Arroyo Hondo, morning sunrise. Life is good in the pastures at sunrise in the Arroyo Hondo Valley. I spent a moment, on the drive to Taos this morning, to stop and watch the horses grazing in the light filtered fields. This is what light traveling at 186,000 miles per second can create. After spending five minutes at this spot I realized that the light had traveled millions and millions of miles when it entered my camera’s lens, passing through, as the shutter opened, to the sensor which helped produce this scene. Yep I love science, and being present to appreciate the moment. Thanks for looking. G

Arroyo Hondo Valley morning