Taos Mountain Evening Light

Taos Mountain evening light. The light was changing rapidly on the Sangre de Cristo mountains as I watched from the car driving home. The clouds were moving fast. I pulled over and made four images to create this panorama, out of the window. This was the only moment I caught before the big cloud filled in the foreground. The light, the clouds, me, the camera and this fleeting moment. Click. Thanks for looking. G

Taos Mountain Evening Light

Sangre De Cristo Foothills, Lama, NM

Sangre De Cristo foothills, near Lama, NM. We caught the end of the day’s light as the sun peeped out from a letterbox opening on the horizon. Besides the lighting, the landscape was looking very lush and a little bit tropical during this summer’s monsoons. Not to bad for an area that burned 22 years ago in the “Hondo Fire”. Thanks for looking. G

Sangre De Cristo Foothills, Lama, NM

Earth And Sky, Abiquiu, New Mexico

Earth and sky. The Penitente Morada under a northern New Mexico sky in the Village of Abiquiu, just up the hill from Georgia O’Keeffe’s home and studio. This image is from a full day photo tour a few weeks ago in Abiquiu and the Chama River Valley. The dramatic skies continue, which is great for adding drama to the landscape and iconic architecture of New Mexico. If you would like to spend sometime photographing in this most beautiful area, check out my photo tour page. Thanks for looking. G

Earth And Sky, Abiquiu, New Mexico

The Meadows, Taos New Mexico

The Meadows, Taos, New Mexico. I don’t go to my bank very often. I do my banking on line. But when I do this is the view I see as I pull out on to US Highway 64 in El Prado (the meadows) just north of Taos. Beyond the summer greens of the line of red willows is Taos Pueblo land. From here the view is unobstructed to the Columbine – Hondo Wilderness in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Thanks for looking. G

The Meadows, Taos New Mexico

Here are a few more images from the bank!

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http://geraintsmith.com/potd/pages/archive/october_15/oct_25_15.html

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Rainbows Over The San Cristobal Valley

Rainbows over the San Cristobal Valley. When simply heading to the mail box, or anywhere else for that matter, it is compulsory here in New Mexico to pull over and look at a rainbow. We waited for the second rainbow to fully form but the storm was moving very quickly and it didn’t quite make it. The main rainbow lasted for about twenty minutes. Not a bad way to spend twenty minutes during the day. Thanks for looking. G

Rainbows Over The San Cristobal Valley

A couple more images.

A rainbow and the local church in San Cristobal last summer.

Rainbow and storm in the valley.

The Plains, Miami, Eastern New Mexico

Miami on the plains, Eastern New Mexico. Lone tree and an incoming storm out on the plains near Miami, New Mexico, out where one can see forever. One of the comments I get from visitors, “I can’t see this far where I live,” they tell me. The plains, here, are one of my favorite locations for stark minimal landscapes. Thanks for looking. G

The Plains, Miami, Eastern New Mexico

The Plains near Cimarron, NM

South of Ocate, NM

 

Fire In The Sky San Cristobal, NM

Fire in the sky over the San Cristobal Valley, NM. Below is a piece by Willa Sibert Cather, from “Death Comes for the Archbishop”, shared by a friend on my Facebook page who was inspired by this photograph. Thanks for looking. G

Fire In The Sky San Cristobal

“The sky was as full of motion and change as the desert beneath it was monotonous and still, — and there was so much sky, more than at sea, more than anywhere else in the world. The plain was there, under one’s feet, but what one saw when one looked about was that brilliant blue world of stinging air and moving cloud. Even the mountains were mere ant-hills under it. Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!”

—Willa Sibert Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop