Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Abstract impressionism in the golden aspens, northern New Mexico. I did this to create a feeling of what I felt rather than the more literal take in yesterday’s image. I like them both equally well but I had more fun playing in this instance, which is always good. Thanks for looking. G
Aspen glade near Hopewell Lake, New Mexico. Just off the highway and a short walk away was this beautiful aspen glade carpeted with the leaves that had fallen with many more to go. The golden aspens were creating their own magical light source and a perfect moment to spend time in a beautiful place. I think I’ll head out there again tomorrow. Thanks for looking. G
Hopewell Lake on a photography tour northern New Mexico and southern Colorado today. We spent some of the morning working the lakeshore for reflections. Later we hiked into nearby aspen groves with carpets of fallen leaves, and lying on our backs we photographed the lanky tree trunks and canopy against the blue sky. On the drive home, we stopped and to enjoy the many aspen vistas around nearly every bend in the road. Thanks for looking. G
Chair, Santa Fe, New Mexico, flashback, 1985. I’ve had a silver gelatin print of this chair in my office ever since. It’s of no importance really, I just like it. I’ve collected images of chairs over the years. I seem to recall this one may have been on Canyon Road in Santa Fe. Thanks for looking. G
Traffic halt, on the Trail Ridge Road, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado. I’m going to stand here for a while (the animal didn’t move for ten minutes) until I’m good and ready to move on. Thanks for looking. G
Last Dollar Road, between Ridgway and Telluride, Colorado. Heading down Last Dollar Road we just had to stop for this view. In 1989 I climbed Mount Sneffels, the peak on the far left of the image with my good friend Harry. When we got to the top I was exhausted. It was a little humiliating to see a father and his seven-year-old son sitting there fresh as the morning eating lunch and me huffing and puffing. 14,000+ feet will do that to you. We shared some stories with them while eating our lunches. On the way down I reinjured the meniscus in my right knee, or was it the left? Fortunately, we had ridden our bikes up to 12,000 feet and hidden them behind a large boulder. Riding down to our camp at 6,000 was a very nice and welcome cruise. Back to the present, on this day it was very pleasant to see the area in its fall finery. Thanks for indulging in my reminiscing and for looking. G
Ohio Creek Pass Road from Gunnison to Crested Butte, Colorado with gorgeous aspen colors. The kind of fiery color we like to see in the mountains. Traveling, virtually again today, not a bad day at that. Thanks for looking. G
This image of the Morada, still in use today, is from 2006 before the bell. I can’t ever recall seeing this building without a bell. Well, here it is. Great skies are always in abundance and rarely missing in this area. Thanks for looking. G
Mars, Moon night and day from the deck in San Cristobal New Mexico. This morning I looked out the window, decided I liked what I saw, so I got up and walked across the deck to get this shot of the red planet Mars and our Moon to the west. Below is the scene in the eastern sky yesterday evening. Thanks for looking. G
San Francisco de Asis Church, Ranchos de Taos, NM. This building sure puts on a show for black and white image-making. Not to say that radiant blue skies and sunlight bouncing off the warn adobe mud walls isn’t also beautiful. This is one of my favorite angles and compositions. Thanks for looking. G
