Blue sky with last leaves on one aspen tree near Hopewell Lake, NM. I love the simplicity of this composition, where the bare branches appear to be about to let go of the remaining few leaves. I’ve photographed the last leaves on many trees over the years. I feel there’s a certain melancholy to this scene, although the blue sky and golden leaves present a pretty picture. I think I’ll call this one, “Before the fall”. Thanks for looking. G
Last leaves of fall on the elm tree in San Cristobal, NM. Or perhaps I should title it “the last leaves to fall” off the elm tree. Either way, after yesterday’s blustering snow and wind, these are the only leaves left on the tree and not on the lawn. Thanks for looking. G
Last leaves to fall on the aspen tree. This was a couple of days ago here in the garden. The snow took them shortly after I made this image. The last seven leaves on a young aspen in what turned out to be one of the most beautiful autumns I’ve ever seen in the thirty five years I’ve traveled and lived here. I hope yours was as gorgeous where you live. Thanks for looking. G
I’m continually reviewing images from previous weeks and months. The following images are from the last couple of weeks. Some from the front field and some from trips out in the greater field. I’ve also included an image of my daughter pulled from way back in 2004 that I’ve re-worked for printing. And lastly, a little something from 2005 for this weekend’s happy hearts day.
I begin with the most recent from yesterday morning with this month’s waning moon rising over Taos Mountain.
The following are a couple of images from a drive Pami and I did into the San Luis Valley the last time it snowed.
Last week Chris Ferguson and I drove south to Carson, NM for a photoshoot on the Rio Grande Gorge Rim. We had some beautiful winter sunlight in the late afternoon to create another set of old west inspired images. Stay tuned for a few more from the last couple of these commercial shoots I’ve collaborated on with Chris, at Tres Estrellas.
A rather dense sunset last week on the way home from the Cellar, our local bottle shop. Not the color of fine red wine as is often the case with the Sangre de Cristos. Despite the heaviness, this sunset got a lot of attention from locals judging by the number of posts on Facebook.
My daughter, taken back in fall 2004 in Taos, New Mexico. If she could get into or under anything she would. I reworked this image in order to make a print I’ve wanted to hang.
And lastly, something appropriate for this weekend. Fly me to the moon in a valentine balloon.
Cold and frosty morning, leaves in the driveway preceding a walk through the pasture. The frost is getting thicker and more steadfast. The last ash tree dropped it’s final leaves today. In this picture the elm leaves turn shades of blues under the hard frost and make for a pretty still life. Thanks for looking. G
Lone tree sunset, reflections with VW Bus, Taos, NM. Dipping in to the archives again today. Throwing out more than I’m saving by the time I’m through. So, I thought this one was a save. I’ve photographed this tree many times over the last three and a half decades. It has finally succumbed to more than one element, namely a chainsaw. It was always the first tree to leaf out in spring and the last to lose it’s leaves well into fall. It will probably stand there, on the side of the road until it rots and bows out. The locals call it the “welcoming tree“. I like the bus in there ,although the vehicle is interchangeable, the tree is not. Thanks for looking. G
Nature’s winter ornament Baca Park, Taos, New Mexico. There’s no shortage of pristine moments on the trail. Evidence of the season abound, scenes created from nature’s passion and zest, over tinsel, blinking lights and festooning garlands. At this time of year, a walk in the woods is as close as it gets to life affirming everything. Walking in the wetlands this morning, following an overnight snow fall, I found this gem of a scene. The weight of the snow on the stem of the leaf reminded me of how tenuous is life. The snow fall aids the cycle of life, the tree grows stronger from the lack of leaves, it shuts down, gathers it’s inner strength and ultimately blasts into spring. When I need any more affirmation, I put on a recording of Edward Elgar’s Enigma Variations. Happy Holidays. Thank you for looking. G
Basking in the sunlight. I think a more appropriate title might be “The End Of Autumn Sonata”, the last notes played before the winter sets in and the dancing leaves of autumn are silenced. As I stare out of my window I relish the last few notes dancing in the elm tree. Hushed now, a veil of frost descends and the fourth movement begins with the more sombre tones of the wind, in the winter trees. Thanks for looking. G
Aspen leaves. There are some areas where the leaves are peaking and some stands of aspen where the few leaves remaining are “hanging in there”. This image was made in Garcia Park in the high country of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, northern New Mexico.