The Meadows, Taos, New Mexico. I don’t go to my bank very often. I do my banking on line. But when I do this is the view I see as I pull out on to US Highway 64 in El Prado (the meadows) just north of Taos. Beyond the summer greens of the line of red willows is Taos Pueblo land. From here the view is unobstructed to the Columbine – Hondo Wilderness in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Thanks for looking. G
Here are a few more images from the bank!
A random piece of culvert in the San Cristobal Valley, looking suspiciously like a piece of field art. I admire it sitting there day in and day out, for a couple of years, still shiny and out of place. Scenes and subjects such as this get my attention and inspire me and really float my photographic boat. Thanks for looking. G
Under the rocks Abiquiu Lake with Cerro Pedernal as the backdrop. It’s a wonderful shady spot under these rocks with the breeze coming off the lake to cool the 100 degree temperatures down. No need to rush off yet! In all the times I’ve visited here, I’ve always enjoyed the view out across the lake to Georgia O’Keeffe’s mountain, so I’d not seen the hand glyphs overhead, in the top left corner, until this visit. I’ve searched for the origin of the hands online but haven’t come up with anything yet. I’ve added an image below. They look like wet palm prints from the kids jumping off the rocks into the lake below me, but they are permanent in the rock. If I find out more I’ll add it to this blog. Thanks for looking. G
Road Side Art, Carson, New Mexico. “My kid could have done that!” … I’m sure some kid did do it. I really like it. I see it every time I pass through the village and it makes me smile. If you are driving through the area, stop in and play a game of skittles while you’re there. Thanks for looking. G
Green room at the Tierra Amarilla Trading Post. Stopped in on a photo tour today. Most of this building was intact when I first saw it many moons ago. Now it is returning to the earth with shrubs and party people occupying the main rooms, but the mural retains its vigor and charm it has always had. Thanks for looking. G
Fire in the sky over the San Cristobal Valley, NM. Below is a piece by Willa Sibert Cather, from “Death Comes for the Archbishop”, shared by a friend on my Facebook page who was inspired by this photograph. Thanks for looking. G
“The sky was as full of motion and change as the desert beneath it was monotonous and still, — and there was so much sky, more than at sea, more than anywhere else in the world. The plain was there, under one’s feet, but what one saw when one looked about was that brilliant blue world of stinging air and moving cloud. Even the mountains were mere ant-hills under it. Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!”
—Willa Sibert Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop
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
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
From under the ramada, Fajada Butte, Chaco Culture National Historical Park. When I visit Chaco Canyon I always like to return to this spot, in the shade of the poles and look out upon Fajada Butte. I often make it my last stop before leaving the canyon, to sit and gaze out at this landscape; to rest easy in the shade, perhaps to feel, what stirred the souls of those long ago. I’m very fortunate that I have been able to spend many months over the years in this place. There are many stories as to the why and wherefores of Chaco. All I know, in this place, is peace and serenity. Thanks for looking. G
Blue portal with blue skies at the San Francisco de Asis Church, Ranchos de Taos. People ask me all the time whether I get bored visiting the same locations. My answer, “No”. I always find something new and I get to share it with other photographers. And the other question… is the sky really that blue? “Yes!” It’s my pleasure to show new locations to visiting photographers and those I’ve made multiple trips with. Visiting previous locations multiple times almost always reveals new angles and vistas. Thanks for looking. G