Jemez Mountains Caldera, with the crescent Moon and a small flock of cranes. Another shot from the west garden wall. The thought of the cranes heading south inspires me with images of warmer climes. Not that I’m heading south any time soon, but I’ll let them carry my thoughts with them. Thanks for looking. G
Sitting on the fence, lots of snow all over Taos County. Took a walk out early this morning as the sun rose over the Sangre de Cristos. I had a thoroughly good time photographing the more abstract elements on the subject of snow. Temperature here at noon today, 18º F. Thanks for looking and stay warm. G
Encounter with a mule deer doe, over the fence in San Cristobal, NM. A poem by Robert Frost comes to mind. It describes an encounter for two lovers, “Two look at Two.” I’ve posted the poem below. This very brief moment lasted an eternity. I studied Robert Frost in college. I was able to recite this poem, and others by the author, on command. This one, although I can no longer recite the whole piece from memory, resides in my very being and remembering the words verbatim seems redundant. My encounter, “One looked at One.” Thanks for looking G
Two Look At Two.
Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
With thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;
When they were halted by a tumbled wall
With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,
Spending what onward impulse they still had
In One last look the way they must not go,
On up the failing path, where, if a stone
Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;
No footstep moved it. ‘This is all,’ they sighed,
Good-night to woods.’ But not so; there was more.
A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall, as near the wall as they.
She saw them in their field, they her in hers.
The difficulty of seeing what stood still,
Like some up-ended boulder split in two,
Was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there.
She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.
Then, as if they were something that, though strange,
She could not trouble her mind with too long,
She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.
‘This, then, is all. What more is there to ask?’
But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.
A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall as near the wall as they.
This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,
Not the same doe come back into her place.
He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,
As if to ask, ‘Why don’t you make some motion?
Or give some sign of life? Because you can’t.
I doubt if you’re as living as you look.”
Thus till he had them almost feeling dared
To stretch a proffering hand — and a spell-breaking.
Then he too passed unscared along the wall.
Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.
‘This must be all.’ It was all. Still they stood,
A great wave from it going over them,
As if the earth in one unlooked-for favour
Had made them certain earth returned their love.
Clearing storm, on the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, of northern NM. I don’t have to go very far from home to see a scene like this. It’s just a short walk down to the lower acreage. After a night of rain, that continued throughout today as well, it was great to watch the lingering clouds gradually lift and work their way along the ridge lines. When a momentary shaft of sunlight lit up some of peaks, I made a few images and called it a day. Thanks for looking. G
Chapel San Cristobal, in the valley of San Cristobal, New Mexico. The Magpie knows a good spot when it finds it. The soft filtered sunset light attracted the Magpie and me. An evening drive through the village and foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, softens the heart and nourishes the soul. Thanks for looking. G
Magpie nest number #2 San Cristobal NM. This is the second layer of a magpie nest that fell from the juniper tree this fall in the high winds. There are three other stages in the nest: the outer layer of large structural twigs anchoring the nest to the tree limbs; this structure, followed by a layer of decreasing twig sizes; the last layer, a structure of the tiniest twigs resembling horse hair. The eggs are laid on this final delicate structure. More photos to follow. Thanks for looking. G
Full Harvest Moon rise, over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, from San Cristobal, NM. Cutting right through some haze for the first few moments as it rose and then boom… it was crystal clear. I liked this image because I can still see the the ridge line of the mountains giving the whole scene context. Now, time to put on a jacket and wander out to sit and bath in the moonlight, sip a little whiskey and ponder all the beauty out there. Thanks for looking. G
Autumn colors in the Columbine Hondo Wilderness. This is the view out the back door where we live in the mountain hamlet of San Cristobal, New Mexico. We’ll be heading out on some personal trips and multiple day photo tours over the next few weeks to photograph the Autumn colors of northern New Mexico. I still have a few days open if you would like to join me on a personalized photo tour or mini workshop to the areas where the colors are happening. Thanks for looking. G
Valley Rainbow, San Cristobal Valley northern New Mexico. I walked out the door into the pasture and watched the rain and golden light traverse the valley under a forming double rainbow. If you’re interested, the pot of gold is under the San Cristobal post office on the right. Happy hunting, and thanks for looking. G
Isolated storm cell approaching San Cristobal and points north. One of those moments where I just have to pull over and watch what happens. I always make an image, for the record, but didn’t think this one would have much impact at this point. When I awoke this morning I heard my wife exclaim “look how green things are”! The fields and grass were noticeably brighter. This one had become an overnight ground soaker. Thanks for looking. G
Juvenile Canyon Towhee on the feeder in the garden, San Cristobal, NM. We have a family of Canyon Towhee’s that have returned for the last couple of years. It was nice to see them here in the valley again this year. They occupy the feeder with the Scrub Jays, the House Fiches, Evening Grosbeaks, Nuthatches, Crows and Magpies. We haven’t seen the Townsend Solitaires, Chickadees or Tanagers this year. Things change. Thanks for looking. G