Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
Shadows, in the hamlet of Cerro, New Mexico. The little Catholic church (Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe) has a handrail, more than likely crafted by a local artist. We headed out to the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument, that morning, for some landscape images. We ended up spending an hour working on images of this church. Thanks for looking. G
Red River Canyon, Bighorn Sheep Ram. Took a drive today. We wanted to get out and make a leisurely trip with no motivation or goal except to enjoy the day. As is often the case, when there is no agenda other than to get out in nature, things happen and the day presents itself in all its glory. In Red River Canyon, shortly after we left home, I was able to get up close and personal with this handsome fellow. He seemed unperturbed by my presence. I was able to look into his eyes and see the details in his horns without my camera. The word primordial comes to mind. The elements came together and before we knew it we were heading home having experienced our own backyard with the creatures and locations that make it unique. Thanks for looking. G
Sangre de Cristo Church in the oldest town in Colorado, San Luis. Drove past this church not too long ago and liked the picturesque winter setting. There are a number of churches in this style throughout southern Colorado. I particularly like them, very much. Thanks for looking. G
Winter light, tree, mountains. My neighbor’s tree from the kitchen window. Probably my favorite sight at the end of the day as the sun catches it, all warm and glowing against the Sangre de Cristo Mountains beyond. Thanks for looking. G
Taos Canyon, woods, snow, trees and a bunch of camera blur. It inspires me to post the Robert Frost poem, you know the one! It’s below the photo. I had to recite it years ago in my first year of college English Literature. Robert Frost and many more of his poems have lingered with me over the years. I often use them for inspiration. Thanks for looking. G
Pink Adobe, Costilla, New Mexico on a bright and crisp winter morning. The windows and doors have been boarded up. Things change, though I must admit, I do like the choice of color used on the window panel. Thanks for looking. G
Icicle drop, against the setting sun through the trees, San Cristobal NM. The last icicle drop to form but not fall on the last day of the year and decade. Thank you for joining me here. Many, many best wishes for the coming year. Plans made, many others to fulfill. I look forward to seeing what transpires. Happy New Year. Geraint
Red Barn, San Luis Valley, where the rain and light gets in. So many holes in the roof and walls to fix. Barn’s letting in the light. Soon there will be only holes and no barn. Thanks for looking. G
Townsend’s Solitaire in the winter ash tree in the garden, San Cristobal NM. I spent some time outside on the deck this afternoon. The feeders were overrun with Dark-eyed Juncos, a few Sparrows, half a dozen American Crows, Mourning Doves and a Lewis’ Woodpecker. The woodpecker returned after a month absence to retrieve the seeds it had stashed in the cottonwood tree. This Townsend’s Solitaire, normally sits in the tops of the trees and sings it’s song. Today it sat on the lower branches for a few snaps. It then returned to the top of a juniper tree. I’ve never seen it feeding at one of the feeders. Thanks for looking. G
Venus, crescent moon conjunction, during a break in the storm today, from San Cristobal, NM. It was a beutiful sight to see as the clouds parted and the sky cleared. Right now the snow is coming down all soft and fluffy, the kind you want to catch on your tongue. Thanks for looking. G
