Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
El Salto Rains. I have often seen the rain falling on El Salto and Lucero Peaks when it looks like this. The peaks give scale to the columns of rain as they march steadily on in some perceptible purpose through the rock formations to the high Sangre de Cristos beyond. Thanks for looking. G
Remnants of a cornfield in the shadow of Taos Mountain. Springtime in the rockies reveals the remnants of past seasons overlaying the new, with a reminder that winter was in there somewhere as the transitory time of renewal.
One from the Vintage New Mexicana, “Rust to Dust” series. Over the years I’ve been creating images of trucks and embedding them in remnants of themselves, that is, the rusty plate. It gives a kid of coming and going through time feeling. Thanks for looking. G
Taos Mountain cloud, sage and my shadow. I do like to include my self sometimes, not only for scale or because I’m in the way of the setting sun, but to remind myself how it felt standing there being a part of it all. Thanks for looking. G
Holy Trinity Church – Iglesia La Santísima Trinidad – Church of the Most Holy Trinity Arroyo Seco, NM, USA. This church is a beautiful example of one of the finest New Mexico’s churches. I’ve photographed it many times over the years. Here is one image I made in 2007.
Sky work, San Cristobal, NM. Sometimes I never have to leave my deck and chair or even my house. Sometimes it’s like this, summed up perfectly in this piece by Franz Kafka:
“You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
Franz Kafka
Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes , San Juan Parish, Ohkay Owingeh Pueblo, New Mexico. I like the crispness of this image made on an iPhone 6s.
Chaco Canyon room and moon. When ever I enter a room in the ancient pueblo ruins in Chaco Canyon, I always look up. The sky encompassed by an aperture of undulating shadows, skillful and meticulously layered stone work, draws my gaze upward to a view that, perhaps, the pueblo inhabitants never had. Ceiling and roof timbers have long since deteriorated leaving only remnants of them protruding out of layers of stone and an open view to the heavens above. Thanks for looking up. G
Avanyu, sea serpent petroglyph along the Rio Grande. Revisited this a few weeks ago and I still get a thrill every time I see it. Here’s the color image from 2012 which appears in my last book, Rio Grande del Norte: An Intimate Portrait.
From the northern Rio Grande with a view of Blanca Peak Range in the southern Rockies, Colorado.
