Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
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.
A little color over the Sangre de Cristo foothills this evening from the valley here in the village San Cristobal, northern New Mexico.
Clouds Lifting On Taos Mountain. The temperatures over the last few days in Taos and it’s environs have reached 72 degrees Fahrenheit, (22.2 degrees Celsius) with lots of sunshine. A big shift from a couple of weeks ago in the scene above. Thanks for looking. G
Raptor nest in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Although this tree has fallen and the nest is close to the ground, from time to time, I come across images that remind me of what a great location this is. Over the many years that I’ve conducted photo tours in this area my guests really respond to it’s location, it’s serenity and vastness. Here is another view of the nest on a winters night when we made a trip there under the full moon.
Sandhill Cranes heading north. For the last couple of weeks I’ve seen and heard the Sandhill cranes overhead on their northward migration. The cranes navigate using the Rio Grande, which passes about ten miles west of us. I may be wrong in assuming this, but I like to think that by keeping the river to the west and with the snow capped peaks of the Sangre de Cristo mountains to the east, also aids in the cranes navigation. The Sandhill Crane Festival in Monte Vista, was happening last weekend, about a two hour drive from home. We didn’t have to travel that far … we only had to stop, listen and look up. Thanks for looking. G
Looking up where simplicity thrills me. I don’t have to wander far, just a few paces from the house, to stand gazing upward to see the cottonwoods stretching out overhead as if reaching for the other’s touch. Thanks for looking. G
Another era. Your business here. I didn’t observe any type of business that this sign might formally represent, as there was no thing else in this middle of no where. Oh! … there was a stop sign.
Mission San José de Laguna. The church of St. Joseph, Laguna Pueblo, New Mexico. We stopped in here on a very cold morning. The sun’s warmth on our backs took the chill off, we began to thaw, which, in turn allowed us to stand a little taller. Here is a brief history of the Spanish Mission.
