Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca

Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca, Georgia O’Keeffe’s “white place”. The apache plume, a native plant, is behaving a lot like an invasive species this year. I hope it takes over the terrain of invasive plants and continues to propagate and populate our landscape. Although there were other, more flamboyant and abundant apache plume bushes, I think this particular plant shows tenacity and hardiness ensconced, as it is, in a rock. Thanks for looking. G

Apache Plume, Plaza Blanca

Photography Tour Workshops

Photography tour workshops. A little shameless promotion, sharing these images of some of my wonderful clients working in the field. If you are thinking of joining me on a photo tour workshop, I have some dates open for July, August, September and through the rest of the year. I’m already booking trips for the coming winter and spring. Winter is one of my favorite times of year to spend in the field. Thanks for looking. G

Photography tour workshops

Piedra Lumbre, Clouds In Motion

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

Piedra Lumbre, Clouds In Motion

Las Vegas, NM, Veiled Reflections

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

Las Vegas NM, Veiled Reflections

Earth, Sky, Mountain Lake

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

Earth Sky meet in the lake

Mountain Bluebird, Sangre De Cristo Pines

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

Mountain Bluebird, Sangre De Cristo pines.