Blanket Flowers, San Antonio Mountain

Blanket flowers, San Antonio Mountain. These blanket flowers are growing beautifully wild in view from the car along highway 285 at San Antonio Mountain. They are easy to spot as we drive past, glowing, all happy looking in the morning light. Incidentally, San Antonio Mountain is reputed to be the largest free standing (not attached to any mountain range) mountain in the 48 States. Thanks for looking. G

Blanket Flowers, San Antonio Mountain

Indian Paintbrush Valle Vidal

Indian Paintbrush and approaching storm in the Valle Vidal, NM. Got down on the ground for this one. The iPhone works well for that and reviewing images on the larger screen for composition and framing on photo tours. It has been a month of trips in the mountains where it has been so lush, green and sparkling with wildflowers. There are no signs of it changing soon. Want to go to the mountains? Thanks for looking. G

Indian Paintbrush in the Valle Vidal, NM.

Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca

Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca, Georgia O’Keeffe’s “white place”. The apache plume, a native plant, is behaving a lot like an invasive species this year. I hope it takes over the terrain of invasive plants and continues to propagate and populate our landscape. Although there were other, more flamboyant and abundant apache plume bushes, I think this particular plant shows tenacity and hardiness ensconced, as it is, in a rock. Thanks for looking. G

Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca

Las Vegas, NM, Veiled Reflections

Las Vegas, NM, veiled reflections. There are photo opportunities galore on a morning walk around Las Vegas. Random vignettes, abstracts and street scenes await. The past also awaits, and if you go there, you’ll step right into it. Check out the Plaza Hotel and on the far end of town the newly renovated Hotel Castenada. In between a multitude of buildings, many on the National Register of Historic Places. Thanks for looking. G

Las Vegas NM, Veiled Reflections

Earth, Sky, Mountain Lake

Earth, Sky, reflecting in the lake. Here’s a favorite poem.

“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds?”
Han-shan

Thanks for looking. G

Earth Sky meet in the lake