Fire In The Sky San Cristobal, NM

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

Fire In The Sky San Cristobal

“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

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

Fajada Butte, Chaco Canyon

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

Under the ramada, Chaco Culture National Historical Park.

Blue Portal, San Francisco de Asis, Church

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

San Francisco de Asis, Blue Portal