Mexican hat in the garden this morning. It’s that time of year when these wildflowers proliferate the roadsides, gardens, and meadows in the high country. I always look forward to their appearance here. It reminds me that summer is in full swing and the afternoon monsoons are constant now, bringing much needed rain after a month or two with minimum moisture. Hats off to this beautiful little wildflower. Thanks for looking. G
Bison Painting, D H Lawrence Ranch. 1934 Bison painting by Trinidad Archuleta of Taos Pueblo on the DH Lawrence cabin in San Cristobal, NM.
I was looking through some photos on CDs that I exhumed from their current resting place in my closet, mostly back up discs from 2001, with lots of images of my young children at the time. In amongst them I found images from a trip I took with my parents to the D.H. Lawrence ranch. It was their second visit there during the numerous trips they made to the southwest over the years. This photograph of the Bison painting was in there with some shots of my parents hanging out in the shade of the cabin porch. We grew up reading D.H. in school in the UK. I didn’t care for him much then, but came to like his writing later in my life. “I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had. It certainly changed me forever…” Well … that certainly resonates with me. Thankful for the memories… and thanks for looking. G
Dodge truck parked, with no plans of travel this holiday weekend or any future weekends for that matter. That’s great ’cause it’s a fun location, subject and photo op. Had a great photo tour today at the St. Francis church, El Prado for these trucks, the cascading creeks and waterfalls in the Taos Ski Valley, ending at the high bridge and the Rio Grande Gorge. Happy 4th of July. Thanks for looking. G
Cherubs, Ojo Caliente, and a recliner, and on the stoop was a six pack of empty bottles. I was surprised to see things a little changed when I visited on this particular occasion. Changed? Yes! It was exactly what I would expect to find in rural New Mexico, indoor, outdoor furnishings. When I’ve visited this location on previous trips it always seemed so unimportant … a building with a mural next to a gas station. However, on this day, a certain charm had come over the place. It had been customized from the owners personal vision. While this may not fly in some more ‘sterile’ neighborhoods, with strict zoning codes, it is perfectly acceptable in this neighborhood, or so it seems. I want to call this image “waiting for god.” Thanks for looking. G
San José de Gracia de Las Trampas, NM. Yesterday on a photo tour on the High Road to Taos the light was stunning in the mountains, Spanish villages, hamlets and in particular, on this old adobe church. High above the Taos valley in the slightly cooler temperatures, the air was free and clear of the waffling fire smoke we’ve seen in Taos for the last few weeks. A popular spot and photo op on the High Road, the church of San José de Gracia, built between 1760 and 1776, is one of the least-altered examples of a Spanish Colonial Pueblo mission church. It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1970. Thanks for looking. G
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Tierra Amarilla New Mexico. A building with graffiti referring to the Tierra Amarilla Courthouse raid 50 years ago on June 5, 1967.
Here are some links should you want to know more:
Chicanos, Aztlán and the Tierra Amarilla courthouse raid.
The Courthouse Raid Recalled
New Mexico marks 50th anniversary of Chicano courthouse raid
Remembering the Tierra Amarilla Courthouse Raid 50 Years Later: June 5, 1967
“Rousers of the Rabble”
Thanks for looking. G
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White house ruin in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Please indulge me with another posting from southern Colorado. This area intrigues me and draws me back often. This is one in a series of abandoned homesteads in Colorado and northern New Mexico. Thanks for looking. G
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Mesa road to the mountains under a big southwest sky, Taos, New Mexico. Just after a rain shower moved through the area the scent of wet sage filled the air and all was well with the world. At least that is how it felt standing in this little spot on the mesa looking to the mountains. Thanks for looking. G