Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
Last light, El Salto Rocks. This is a prominent landmark that the light seems to seek it out on purpose. If you are visiting here and driving north through Taos you will see this landmark feature and know it immediately. Here is another image from years ago and one more with this feature of the landscape on the far right. Thanks for looking. G
Bald Eagles, on the Rio Grande in Pilar, New Mexico. Well… my heart always skips a beat when driving through the canyon, south of Pilar, and we spot a pair of eagles in a dead juniper. These two were on the west bank of the river. It was very special to see so many cars pull over and people get out and sit on the guardrail to watch in awe. Time out of one’s day well spent. Here’s another shot of a Bald Eagle in the same vicinity a few years ago. Thanks for looking. G
Framed mountain moon through the old business (Amerigas) sign on highway 522. I couldn’t resist this image from the last full moon. Driving to town I spotted the full moon perfectly framed in the sign. The traffic, at 5pm, on Thanksgiving eve was thick. Standing on the double yellow line, I had a few seconds to recreate what I saw as we whizzed past a moment early. I crossed to the middle of the road when the traffic receded, made a couple of images, then retreated back to the safe side of the road as the traffic thickened again. I repeated this routine two more times until the moon rose beyond the sweet spot. Thanks for looking and humoring me. G
Mallards lift off, skimming over the water in the Orilla Verde, only to settle back on the the water a hundred yards away. Another fun day in the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument. Thanks for looking. G
Mesa Road, to the Mountain Sunset. This road runs across Taos Pueblo Land, straight as an arrow, to the mountains. It’s fenced off with this traditional style makeshift gate which works so well it’s permanent. It’s a favorite location for watching the sunset on the Sangre de Cristos. Thanks for looking. Stay warm. G
Red-tailed Hawk, in the Orilla Verde Recreation Area, Rio Grande del Norte National Monument. We made a beautiful drive today that started out in blizzard conditions at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. It got worse on the west rim road until we descended into the canyon at the Orilla Verde Recreation Area. At the river we simultaneously scared up a Blue heron and some Mallards, not on purpose of course, but this Red-tailed Hawk lingered on a rocky perch high above the river for a few observation shots and then this happened. It was a good day. Thanks for looking. G
Arroyo Hondo Valley, evening light. It makes sense that the village of Arroyo Hondo is in this gorgeous valley if for no other reason than the beautiful cottonwoods, mountains and the light. The village is just beyond the cottonwoods to the right. I frequently check out this view on the drive home or when heading into town. Thanks for looking. G
Dovecots, a flashback to fall 2006 at the Mabel Dodge Luhan House courtyard Taos NM. It was very cold with a wind chill today, that got through to my bones. So… I thought it would warm things up with this image from the Mabel Dodge Luhan House. I originally posted a cropped image of this shot, so here is the full panorama of the courtyard with Mabel’s dovecots. Here’s an image of the courtyard and dovecots in the snow from January 2012. Stay warm, and thanks for looking. G
Jemez Mountains and Cerro Pedernal sunset from Taos, New Mexico. Heading into the grocery store delayed for a few moments. Taking the time to watch this view to the south west of the of the sunset and Jemez Mountains/Caldera and Cerro Pedernal near Abiquiu, NM. A very nice appetizer to dinner this evening. Thanks for looking. G
Old wooden cross in a cemetery, Questa, New Mexico. I can’t pass up a cemetery. I like to stop in at every opportunity. The peace and solitude among the headstones, where even the highway traffic noise fades, I find myself reading the family names. I’m able to glean some insight into the local community. The inscriptions tell me who served in the military; how many grandmothers will be sorely missed by so many. I see the names of mothers, sons, daughters, babies who have left too soon.
I grew up in the “old country across the pond”. We lived a hundred yards from an ancient cemetery at a church mentioned in the Doomsday Book. For all the mossy, lichen, creepy vine adorned headstones, I never felt akin to any of the long dead. In those graveyards, the headstones were a novelty. The oldest, being from umpteen centuries ago, became hide and seek locations in a place where even the ghosts died and stayed hidden!
It could be the proximity to a recent past, standing there feeling the fresh air, surrounded by the names of those still loved in living memory, that makes me feel I belong here. Thanks for looking. G
