Winter Evening In The San Cristobal Valley

Winter evening and sunset in the San Cristobal valley. My twenty minute commute from Taos to home is not really anything like a commute, with stop and go traffic, more a delightful way to spend the time listening to some tunes on the iPod and take in the ever changing winter evening light on the landscape. During those twenty minutes there is always time to stop and stare and make an image, if only for the record that implants it in memory. A poem below. Thanks for looking. G

Winter evening in the San Cristobal valley


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies


Snow, Sunflower Sunset, San Cristobal

Snow, Sunflower Sunset, San Cristobal, New Mexico. The snow was still falling, the sun bust out through a momentary gap in the clouds. The light in the valley turned into these beautiful peach tones. And like I said a couple of days ago “the San Cristobal Valley melted under a glowing sunset, through the falling snow.” This was it. Thanks for looking. G

Snow, Sunflower Sunset

San Cristobal Chapel Rainbow

San Cristobal Chapel Rainbow. The other end of the rainbow from last night’s image which was made shortly after this one when the sun returned to the skies. The torrential rains rutted the road in places, filled the ditches and deposited rusty tin cans from ancient dumping grounds in the woods. When it rains historical artifacts rise to the surface. Thanks for looking. G

San Cristobal Chapel Rainbow