Lightning storm, Taos, New Mexico. I set up on the deck in San Cristobal last night. I’d been watching the lightning filling the clouds on the horizon from my chair in the living room. The number of flashes intensified. The storm was far away so there were no discernible sounds of thunder. As things would have it, the sheet lightning I’d originally observed turned to direct strikes on the landscape. Here are the images of multiple “blasts”. Thanks for looking. G
Bison cow and calf, today in Colfax, NM. Traffic stops are frequent and annoying but when you spot a Bison and her calf being rounded up and corralled by a cowboy on an ATV, you don’t mind the waiting until the way is clear. It was one of the highlights on today’s photo tour “Where The Rockies Meet The Plains”. We also saw and photographed, American White Pelicans, Horses, Prairie Dogs behaving with reckless abandon, Pronghorn, Raptors, Geese, Cowbirds, Bluebirds, Kingbirds, Great Pyrenees Sheep Dogs, Western Meadowlarks, Turkey Vultures everywhere, tidying up, a Golden Eagle, the biggest Raven I have ever seen, Bighorn Sheep and… four Camels!!! All of the above against a backdrop of the plains, the mountains and massive thunderstorm clouds. Not a bad day for image making. Thanks for looking. G
Washboard glass abstract. We dropped in at the Rough Riders Antiques in Las Vegas, NM to pick up a few items, namely, some chairs. Antiques and soft window light seem to work well in this image of a glass washboard. The folks at Rough Rider Antiques are delightful and knowledgeable in their stock-in-trade. Hey, Ron Richardson, thanks for the inspiration. Thanks for looking. G
Simplicity in the city, Las Vegas, NM. This floats my boat. I gravitate to shapes, muted tones interspersed with occasional organic matter. Here’s an image from a couple of years ago that explains my attraction. Thanks for looking. G
Yucca bloom, on the Rio Grande Gorge Rim at the Wild Rivers Recreation Area. The blooms are plentiful this year. The potential for the flowers to manifest is great, but… the Bighorn Sheep seem to enjoy yucca blooms very much. They bite the succulent heads off them and leave the rest. The evidence? Their droppings in the vicinity of a number of the plants. We’ll be back up there again tomorrow so I’ll get to do some more sleuthing. Perhaps we’ll see some flowers like these I posted from Monument Valley, Arizona As always thanks for looking. G
Zig Zag, morning shadows, in downtown Las Vegas, NM. There are a lot of quirky elements in Las Vegas to incorporate in to images. Shadows form at all times of day. We spent a good part of the day ducking in and out of alleys and doorways thrilled by the surprises we found around the next staircase, building façade, and colonnade. Thanks for looking. G
Storm on the plains on a photo tour along NM 72 and beyond. Plenty of opportunities for images of dramatic weather moving through the region last weekend. Thanks for looking. G
Colors brighten a dull overcast day in Arroyo Seco, NM. And… New Mexico colors to boot. Peeling painters masking tape, with turquoise, caught my eye. The colors in this scene were the brightest element in the village a couple of days ago during the rain and snow and mist and rain and snow again. It truly brightened my day. Thanks for looking. G
Roadside Reflections, Taos Mountain Clouds. On the road home a few nights ago, I found it hard to resist a reflection in this particular puddle. We’ve had some fabulous skies recently, and the puddle doubles their beauty. Thanks for looking. G
Sunset on our beautiful Taos Mountain, Cottonwoods and Willows. Going to keep it short this evening and revel in this gorgeous sunset from one of our favorite locations. Come and visit and I’ll show you the sights that inspire us locals and make for a great image also! Thanks for looking. G
Old wooden cross in a cemetery, Questa, New Mexico. I can’t pass up a cemetery. I like to stop in at every opportunity. The peace and solitude among the headstones, where even the highway traffic noise fades, I find myself reading the family names. I’m able to glean some insight into the local community. The inscriptions tell me who served in the military; how many grandmothers will be sorely missed by so many. I see the names of mothers, sons, daughters, babies who have left too soon.
I grew up in the “old country across the pond”. We lived a hundred yards from an ancient cemetery at a church mentioned in the Doomsday Book. For all the mossy, lichen, creepy vine adorned headstones, I never felt akin to any of the long dead. In those graveyards, the headstones were a novelty. The oldest, being from umpteen centuries ago, became hide and seek locations in a place where even the ghosts died and stayed hidden!
It could be the proximity to a recent past, standing there feeling the fresh air, surrounded by the names of those still loved in living memory, that makes me feel I belong here. Thanks for looking. G
Venus and the Crescent Moon this morning over the Sangre De Cristo Mountains of New Mexico. There was peace and quiet at six o’clock as Venus and the crescent moon slipped silently above the slumbering pine ridge into the crystal clear lavender dawn. I had the camera shutter on silent mode so as to preserve the lingering tranquility in the frosty air, my breath fogged the LCD. A few more frames and it was time for the local rooster’s wake up call. It didn’t come! My neighbors turkey beat him to it and let out a blood curdling gobble, gobble, gobble, that echoed around the valley. Time for a cup of tea. Below is an image of the moon as it crested the tree line five minutes earlier. Thanks for looking. G