Red-tailed Hawk over the hedgerow. We made a quick drive a few nights ago to the southern edge of the San Luis Valley in Colorado just over the border from New Mexico. A gentle wind moved through the wheat fields stirring the crops. Raptors launched from power poles, as we drew close, gliding along the fence lines and hedgerows. The adult birds were screeching warnings to the fledglings who followed the parents, riding on warm, gentle thermals. We saw a number of fields being mowed as we criss-crossed the road grids in the area. The center pivot irrigator provided a perfect watch tower and launch pad for a number of raptors, crows and ravens eager to snatch an unsuspecting mouse or rabbit stirred up by the massive wheeled harvester. We were back home for a late dinner and a movie right before dark. This day, in it’s own way, was a cinematic experience in itself. Thanks for looking. G
Harold’s House, Jaroso, in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. The first time I saw this house there was a matching tree to the right of the building where the stump is now. There was a large Great Horned Owl flew out of it and through the scene. I didn’t spot it until I reviewed the images later. It was sitting in the tree the whole time that I was making images. Goes to show, you never know who, pardon the pun, maybe watching. Thanks for watching. G
“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?” ~Unknown
Ruins of America Trading Post, near Dove Creek. Colorado. A dollar for this photo, thanks Ron, and signs declaring, “Welcome come on in…” “Pull” ” Push” “Closed” and in the image below on the door is their motto. I’m not knocking it! It’s a fine motto. Even though the place was closed I think the chair and brooms were a nice homey touch. Oh… they also have maps and information, books, salvage, antiques, coffee and of course, BEANS! Thanks for looking, and understanding. G
Trading Post motto… “May our motto always be that our customers enter in anticipation and leave without regrets”
Dryland Beans, Ruins of America Trading Post sign. I always thought, the numerous times I’ve passed this place, that it was the “beans” that ruined America.
Tree grove and sky, Cumbres Pass, Highway 17, Colorado. Looking up, way up to find this charming little scene on a photo tour last week. A sun roof helps in spotting locations. Here’s another shot from last fall. Thanks for looking. G
The east tower at San Isidro Catholic Church, Las Mesitas, Colorado. Looking up inside the tower of this church, destroyed by fire in 1975, reminded me of all the times I’ve stared at the sky through the ancient ruins of abbeys and monasteries back in the U.K. Thanks for looking. G
An image pulled from the on site information plaque of the church of San Isidro in it’s former glory days.
Storm clouds over the Rio Grande from the Lobatos Bridge, Colorado. It’s been dry for a long time, which made the sight of these heavy clouds very welcome. Behind us was another system and the two seemed destined to clash directly over head. Standing on an old steel bridge where the Rio Grande Gorge begins, with tripods, felt like we were tempting providence. We headed south in the opposite direction and avoided hail and a heavy dust storm. Thanks for looking. G
Building façade on a side street in Walsenburg, Colorado. The building and seasons here seem to go hand in hand. Click here to see an image from April, 2017. Thanks for looking. G
Cliff Palace ruin in Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado. The ruin was still closed for winter this week, guaranteeing no people in guided tour of groups, roaming around down there, and no signs declaring “Don’t climb on the walls” “Stay off the ladders”etc … You get the point. An undisturbed view of the ruin languishing in winter’s quiet time. Thanks for looking. G
Wild mustang on Wild Horse Mesa, Colorado, with the Blanca Peak Range as a backdrop. Grateful to Judy Barnes of “Spirit of the Wild Horse” Get in touch with me for a fun and insightful day photographing these wonderful bands of wild mustang in southern Colorado. Thanks for looking. G
On the back of a giant sand dune, Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve in Colorado. You never know what shapes will come as the sun sets on the great dunes in the National Park. I thought this one resembled a dolphin leaping through the waves made by the prow of a ship. Thanks for looking. G
Building marked from drive by gunshot blasts in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Remnants of a gas stop on Colorado Highway 139. I feel sure it thrived for sometime. Now it’s a target for folks to direct their gunsights on as they pass the location that once provided a livelihood for a family or two. Thanks for looking. G
Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve Colorado. Spent the day here today on a photo shoot. Spring break was happening behind us with visitors from half a dozen states on sand boards and sleds. Before us, toward the Sangre de Cristo Mountains was pure serenity of rice grass, sand and sky. Thanks for looking. G