Taos Mountain, Arroyo Hondo, Cottonwood

Taos Mountain, cottonwood, red willows in the Arroyo Hondo valley. I’ve said it before, some times it’s just about what’s there in front of you. This scene presents itself often. So, while the cottonwood is front and center, with scattered homes on the hill sides, it’s not so bad a feast for the eyes. All capped off by Taos Mountain. (Pueblo Peak). Thanks for looking. G

Taos Mountain, Arroyo Hondo, cottonwood

Pinto Pony, Llano De San Juan, New Mexico

Pinto pony, Llano De San Juan, New Mexico. Just off the High road to Taos, out of Peñasco is the hamlet of Llano. It is a favorite stop on the High road to Taos photo tour. This pinto/paint was the warmest looking creature around. Suffice to say, as we descended Highway 518 into Taos, the temperatures warmed up resulting in yesterdays photo of the day. Thanks for looking. G

Pinto pony, Llano De San Juan, New Mexico.

Lobatos Steel Bridge, Frozen Rio Grande, Colorado

Lobatos steel bridge (circa 1890), crossing the frozen Rio Grande in southern Colorado. It’s cold, infact freezing cold out here. So cold the Lobatos bridge is locked in ridged, eerie silence, by the ice. We are alone under the late afternoon sky. Solitude prevails on this day, nothing exists, just us and the cold. Thanks for looking. G

Lobatos steel bridge, crossing the frozen Rio Grande

Cattle Dogs, Bulls, Horses, Round Up

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a winter round up in La Jara, Colorado. Yes, that’s gonna work!!!
These were obstinate bulls and tenacious cattle dogs. The rancher on horse back told the dogs either to “get ’em” or “bite ’em”. The one blue healer there, on the tail end of the bull, really reveled in it’s work. The things we see on the road. Thanks for looking. G

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a round up.

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a round up.Almost under control.

Sliver, Crescent Moon, Sangre De Cristos, NM

Sliver, of a crescent moon, rising over the Sangre De Cristo foothills, this morning in San Cristobal, NM. The moon rose shortly before the sun rose, so it was fairly difficult to see… until I under exposed the bright area of sky, then low and behold, this was what presented itself. Temps were around 20ºF at 6:55am, so as much as I enjoyed the moment, I was happy to retreat to the kitchen for a hot cuppa tea! Thanks for looking. G.

Sliver, Crescent Moon, Sangre De Cristos, NM

Red Willows, Cottonwood Tree, Arroyo Hondo

Red willows, cottonwood tree, Arroyo Hondo, NM. In fact, the willows were so hot, I had to back off the reds and yellows that came out of the camera to make them look less cooked! I love it when the soft reds of early winter start turning towards the orange spectrum. They make the countryside feel warmer on these very cold days. Thanks for looking. G

Red Willows, Cottonwood Tree, Arroyo Hondo

Valley Homestead, Beyond The Fence

Valley homestead, beyond the fence in the San Luis Valley. If you are familiar with my work and my website you’ll recognize this old dwelling. Over the years the fence has also featured prominently in my images. Someone, at some point in time, peeled back the barbed wire in order to get access to the building. Personally, I like to document these abandoned homesteads from pretty much the same perspective for continuity and posterity. Here’s another view. Thanks for looking. G

Valley Homestead, Beyond The Fence

Taos Canyon, Woods, Snow, Trees

Taos Canyon, woods, snow, trees and a bunch of camera blur. It inspires me to post the Robert Frost poem, you know the one! It’s below the photo. I had to recite it years ago in my first year of college English Literature. Robert Frost and many more of his poems have lingered with me over the years. I often use them for inspiration. Thanks for looking. G

Taos Canyon, woods, snow, trees

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.