Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Geraint 
Piedra Lumbre, clouds in motion. In the red rock country in Abiquiu, NM today, on a photo tour with my good friend Harold Hall. The clouds went whizzing bye “wheee…” enjoying the ride across the sky over Piedra Lumbre (shining rock from the Spanish). The day began early, warmed up quickly, and clouds filled in the blanks over the red rock formations. Thanks for looking. G
Las Vegas, NM, veiled reflections. There are photo opportunities galore on a morning walk around Las Vegas. Random vignettes, abstracts and street scenes await. The past also awaits, and if you go there, you’ll step right into it. Check out the Plaza Hotel and on the far end of town the newly renovated Hotel Castenada. In between a multitude of buildings, many on the National Register of Historic Places. Thanks for looking. G
Adobe home, magpie nest, San Cristobal. This incredible, intricately constructed nest is now a garden curio. The magpies will, no doubt, recycle the materials in to a new nest/adobe home construction next year. At least I hope so. Thanks for looking. G
Corral, Valle Vidal, Valley of Life, in the high country of northern New Mexico. I can’t seem to stay away from this gorgeous, pristine spot on the planet, with many reasons to return over the next few months. I feel sure this old lichen strewn, wood corral will feature some more on future trips, so stay tuned. Thanks for looking. G
Street Music, Trinidad, Colorado. Found this wonderful art installation on a sidewalk during a photo trek to southern Colorado. I went for the direct approach, color, and contrast. I don’t think it had a tune left in it. It sure did liven up the street corner with a loud splash of color though. Happy Summer Solstice and thanks for looking. G
Earth, Sky, reflecting in the lake. Here’s a favorite poem.
“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds?”
Han-shan
Thanks for looking. G
Twilight descending, Costilla Creek in the Valle Vidal. One from the high country of New Mexico with an abundance of water and a lot of snow still to melt. Thanks for looking. G
Rainbow, San Cristobal. We don’t have to go far from home for beautiful vistas. This is our neighbors home glowing at one end of the rainbow. Thanks for looking. G
Wild Iris, everywhere in northern New Mexico. It’s that time of year and the mountain meadows are full these gorgeous, delicate, wild iris blooms. If you get a chance to go to the mountains these will be a real treat for you to behold. Thanks for looking. G
Mountain Bluebird, in the Sangre De Cristo Mountain pines. Blue flashes of wings blast out of the trees, through meadow grasses to alight again on the top of another pine tree. Taunting me to the max as I approach which feels more like playful glee to me. I’m smiling all the while. Here’s everything you need to know about Mountain Bluebirds. Thanks for looking. G
