Evening Coyote In The Long Grasses

Evening Coyote in the long grasses, in a meadow in southern Colorado. I love it when the coyote stops and stares and decides we are just as interesting to him as he is to us. We were, transfixed, during this brief, eye to eye encounter with this animal. In the words of Tony Hillerman “Coyote Watches”, he does, but, I feel sure he saw us long before we saw him! Thanks for looking. G

Evening Coyote In The Long Grasses

Red-Tailed Hawk Over The Hedgerow

Red-tailed Hawk over the hedgerow. We made a quick drive a few nights ago to the southern edge of the San Luis Valley in Colorado just over the border from New Mexico. A gentle wind moved through the wheat fields stirring the crops. Raptors launched from power poles, as we drew close, gliding along the fence lines and hedgerows. The adult birds were screeching warnings to the fledglings who followed the parents, riding on warm, gentle thermals. We saw a number of fields being mowed as we criss-crossed the road grids in the area. The center pivot irrigator provided a perfect watch tower and launch pad for a number of raptors, crows and ravens eager to snatch an unsuspecting mouse or rabbit stirred up by the massive wheeled harvester. We were back home for a late dinner and a movie right before dark. This day, in it’s own way, was a cinematic experience in itself. Thanks for looking. G

Red-tailed Hawk Over The Hedgerow

Harold’s House, Jaroso, Colorado

Harold’s House, Jaroso, in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. The first time I saw this house there was a matching tree to the right of the building where the stump is now. There was a large Great Horned Owl flew out of it and through the scene. I didn’t spot it until I reviewed the images later. It was sitting in the tree the whole time that I was making images. Goes to show, you never know who, pardon the pun, maybe watching. Thanks for watching. G

Harold's house Jaroso Colorado

“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?” ~Unknown

 

Sangre de Cristo Mountains And Great Sand Dunes

Sangre de Cristo Mountains dwarfing the Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve.

The large, main dune-field covers approximately 30 square miles, but there are many more square miles of smaller dunes in the sand sheet surrounding the main dune-field. At the widest point, the main dune-field runs six miles and at the greatest length, eight miles. Great Sand Dunes has the tallest dunes in North America. The Star Dune rises 755 feet from its base to its crest. The “High Dune” on the first ridge rises 699 feet from its base, but because it starts on higher ground, its crest is higher above sea level that of Star Dune.”  National Park Service.

Some of the peaks in the Sangre de Cristo mountains are over 6000 feet higher reaching over 14,000 feet in height. All details aside, this stunning location across the San Luis Valley is fabulous for viewing the Sangre de Cristos in the southern Rockies and Great Sand Dunes together. Thanks for looking. G

Sangre de Cristo Mountains and Great Sand Dunes

San Luis Valley Homestead #24

San Luis Valley Homestead #24 in the abandoned buildings and homesteads series. I love the sense of serenity I find in this place amongst all the ghosts. I’ve been working on this project for the last six years. Quite a number of the buildings are no longer standing. Some are in a state of continuing decline, and there is no trace of others. I’ll continue to share images in this project here on my website. Thanks for looking. G

San Luis Valley Homestead #24

White House White Out

White house white out. Well… in honor of the snow that just started falling here in San Cristobal… and in the hope that it keeps falling all night and for the next few days (unlikely, but …), I thought I would post this image that gives a feeling of what it usually should look like, around here, in early February. I also really like this image with the colorful Chamisa plant growing in the pathway. Thanks for looking. G

White House White Out


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The Red Barn Waiting Out Winter, Colorado

The ‘Red Barn’ waiting out winter, in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Ok, back to winter. This barn is a favorite location. It’s deteriorating and I’ll miss it when it’s gone. For now, until that moment, I’ll visit as often as I can. So much of the old and authentic is vanishing. I feel this barn is a reminder and metaphor of a life well lived, until the last piece of siding and roof is carried off in a wild winter wind, the wildlife moves on to other shelter, and the studs and joists, the bones of the old barn, lay down and finally succumb to the elements. For what it’s worth, as much as I’ll miss this place, it thrills me, in such a way, that I relish the thought of a life well lived, weather beaten and worn out and fulfilled to the end. Thanks as always for looking. G

The Red Barn Waiting Out Winter, Colorado

Red Barn


Rocks, San Luis Valley Lake, Colorado

Rocks, San Luis Valley Lake, Colorado. This is the view looking over my shoulder, in the other direction, north from yesterdays image. Standing here in the middle of winter’s solitude I cant help but remember that in the mist back there is the Blanca Peak range of 14,000 foot mountains of the southern Rockies. Check out this image from October, 2017. Thanks for looking. G

San Luis valley lake rocks

San Luis Valley, Winter Lake

San Luis Valley winter lake, Colorado. When the weather gets bad and blizzards are imminent, it’s time to get into the truck and head out. When we woke this morning and saw the snow and the forecast for the rest of the day, we wasted no time in loading up the gear and heading out … north. We ran into numerous blizzard conditions and loved every minute of the day. That white spot on the top left is the sun almost breaking through the clouds… and then it was gone. When we got home, and with a glass of whiskey in hand, the San Cristobal Valley melted under a glowing sunset, through the falling snow. Thanks for looking. G

San Luis Valley Lake

San Luis Valley Winter Lake 8532-8536


Stone House, San Luis Valley, Colorado

Stone house in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. I spent some time here last week, down below the house, at the fence line exploring distant views of the stone house on the ridge line. Returning uphill to the car I found this juxtaposition, the barbwire boundary of the property nicely completing the scene. As always, when I’m out in this country, I can’t help but think of the former residents as I wander among ghosts from the past. I feel a deep respect as I walk lightly around the property and ponder for a moment, in reverence, the lives of those who’ve walked this way before me. Thanks for looking. G

Stone House San Luis Valley

Ute Mountain Field, Colorado

Ute Mountain field and pivot irrigator. I’m told it’s a field of the lowly canola oil plant, rapeseed! Ok … it was still a bright, sight of a surprise to encounter in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. The horizon and hedgerows held back this surprise view until we made a left turn at a four way stop intersection, headed east toward the Sangre de Cristos mountains, to a point where the road rose slightly revealing, Ute Mountain, the pivot irrigator and the field. Surprises every where out there. Thanks for looking. G

Ute Mountain Field

Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado

Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado. When I came across the abandoned cellar I saw many angles and compositions, but the one that struck me the most was the burlap potato sacks left hanging over a wire. Out of all the remnants left behind in this place these were the only objects that represented, singularly and collectively, the sole nature of this place. There were many more objects that informed me a little about the original purpose of the potato cellar, but these burlap sacks left me knowing it’s exact purpose. Upon encountering this grouping I made a picture which conjured up an image of the last person to leave, the one who hung them over the wire and walked away. Thanks for looking. G

Potato Cellar