Autumn Colors, Columbine Hondo Wilderness, NM

Autumn colors in the Columbine Hondo Wilderness. This is the view out the back door where we live in the mountain hamlet of San Cristobal, New Mexico. We’ll be heading out on some personal trips and multiple day photo tours over the next few weeks to photograph the Autumn colors of northern New Mexico. I still have a few days open if you would like to join me on a personalized photo tour or mini workshop to the areas where the colors are happening. Thanks for looking. G

Autumn Colors, Columbine Hondo Wilderness

Morning Fog Lifting, Arroyo Hondo, NM

Morning Fog Lifting, Arroyo Hondo, NM
Driving into Taos through the hamlet of Arroyo Hondo, NM, the fog rolls in heavily. The valley is heavy with fog and getting thicker as I descend and cross the Rio Hondo. Continuing south, the road started to climb out of the valley, the fog thinned, the sun revealed its ghostly self, the trees showed their colors on the hillside and I pulled over on the shoulder to make this image.

Straight Down

rio grande gorge rapid

US Route 64 winds its way from the Outer Banks, NC to the western terminus near Teec Nos Pos in northeast Arizona. Highway 64 crosses the Rio Grande Gorge over the 600 foot high bridge west of Taos New Mexico. Looking straight down from this “steel deck arch bridge”, the seventh highest in the United States, the Rio Grande creates this hour glass rapid making for a fun river run during the spring snow melt.

Afternoon in Baca Park, Taos NM

Afternoon in Baca Park, Taos NM

Baca Park is a small but vital park – wetlands in Taos. In the past I have photographed Hawks and Kingfishers, Red-winged Blackbirds, Great-tailed Grackles, Mallards, Frogs and Toads. A location in town, with a view of Taos Mountain, it can be a beautiful peaceful environment, and a great place for a morning walk. There is also ample opportunity for some great wildlife and nature images.

Basking in the Sunlight

Basking in the sunlight. I think a more appropriate title might be “The End Of Autumn Sonata”, the last notes played before the winter sets in and the dancing leaves of autumn are silenced. As I stare out of my window I relish the last few notes dancing in the elm tree. Hushed now, a veil of frost descends and the fourth movement begins with the more sombre tones of the wind, in the winter trees. Thanks for looking. Gelm leaves basking in the Sunlight san cristobal