Sunset light on Taos Mountain. The mountain draws me in and shows me all it’s glory. All I got to do is be present. Thank you for looking. G
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Spring Rainbows And Red Willows
Spring rainbows over red willows and cottonwoods with Taos Mountain barely visible through the rain. Made in a favorite location of mine in Taos, New Mexico. Thanks for looking. G
Gorge Bridge Road And Clearing Storm
The Rio Grande Gorge Bridge road, US Highway 64 heads east through Taos, NM from Teec Nos Pos, Arizona to the Outer Banks, North Carolina. At this point, in the above image, US 64 crosses 600 feet above the Rio Grande Gorge over the “high bridge” as it is known locally. This week’s storm clears for a few hours before the next front moves in, and spring turns to winter for the third time in as many days. A double photo op ensued. The fog lifted, followed again, by sinking heavily into the canyon like ethereal waterfalls and just in case we didn’t get the image the first time, the fog rose once more and dissipated. Here’s the image from the road bed. Next stop N.C. Thanks for looking. G
Here’s some further reading: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Route_64
The Old Mill Door Patina
Patina on the old mill door. I made this image a number of years ago. I find great pleasure in spending some quality time, with a good beer or a nice glass of whiskey, browsing the hard drives, revisiting images I passed over on first viewing. Sometimes I throw a virtual dart in the form of a four digit suffix (the original image number from the camera), in this case “1191” to see what reveals itself. Yesterday this old door attracted my attention, so here it is. This door belongs to the old mill in La Cueva, New Mexico.
A Tree, Red Wall, White Picket Fence.
A tree, a red wall, and a white picket fence. On the road in southern Colorado.
Taos Mountain Cottonwoods
Taos Mountain cottonwoods and sunset. The highway heading north out of town in El Prado (the meadows) Taos, New Mexico.
Ute Mountain Twilight
Ute Mountain twilight, heading home from Colorado, south to San Cristobal, NM this evening. The sight of Ute Mountain is a beacon on the horizon. It acknowledges, that at this point, it’s only forty minutes to home. Not far now!
Love Chairs Await, In Crested Butte
Two love chairs await on a side street in Crested Butte Colorado… not sure why you would sit here or love it, the space between doesn’t say much for the proximity of love. Maybe the space between is where love grows. Oh well, here it is!
