Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
Carson Ranch, New Mexico. West of Taos, across the Rio Grande Gorge is the hamlet (village) of Carson. I’ve made a couple of trips out there over the past week, it feels like taking a few steps back in time to a bygone era. That seems to happen a lot in New Mexico. G
Plaza Blanca window in Abiquiu, New Mexico. As the erosion occurs the window opening grows larger continually revealing more of the landscape beyond. Eventually the window will be gone, none of the formations will be the same. In the southwest nothing lasts very long except for the beauty, it remains! G
Wall patina, window reflections. When you see it you just have to make an image of it. It seems to be a work in progress, which might be finished on my next visit, or not! Thanks for looking. G
Walking man in color, Albuquerque, New Mexico. I was lining up this shot of color coated apartment buildings and fence boards, when this man walked through my shot with some apparent purpose, I know not what. When viewing the image later, I decided that I liked it a lot and added it to my “walking man” series. Thanks for looking. G
Hay Bales, a graphic composition in Colorado. Sometimes it’s because I like the graphic nature of the scene, like this one. Thanks for looking. G
Summer Storms in northern New Mexico. One column after another, the rain storms move across the plateau like lazy marching bands, slouching along, with very little purpose, meandering at will, and with no particular destination. As I watch I find my mood shifts and I join in the metaphoric march. Thanks for looking. G
Storms Across The Plateau. Shafts of sunlight play tag with the shadows coursing across the northern New Mexico landscape. Thanks for looking. G
Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado. When I came across the abandoned cellar I saw many angles and compositions, but the one that struck me the most was the burlap potato sacks left hanging over a wire. Out of all the remnants left behind in this place these were the only objects that represented, singularly and collectively, the sole nature of this place. There were many more objects that informed me a little about the original purpose of the potato cellar, but these burlap sacks left me knowing it’s exact purpose. Upon encountering this grouping I made a picture which conjured up an image of the last person to leave, the one who hung them over the wire and walked away. Thanks for looking. G
Talpa Chapel crosses. I used to live a few doors away from this chapel when I first moved to New Mexico. I lived where I could hear the bells toll for mass, feast days, christmas processions and funerals. Over the years I’ve made many images of the church of “San Juan de Los Lagos Talpa” on the High Road to Taos. It is always a pleasure to share this chapel with many guests who always leave with a new reverence for this exquisite little place. Thanks for looking. G
Hondo Mesa, Mega Sunset Taos, New Mexico. At this time of year the shows are spectacular. We may get some subtle “quiet” sunsets, which frankly I prefer, for the reason my head doesn’t spin in all directions, as was the case with this sunset. Thanks for looking. G
