The old charm of New Mexico in two images presented with an old look of a scratched and worn film base. The first is a hawk launching over an old homestead near La Jara, Colorado. The second, an iconic Sears kit home in Estancia, NM. I’m on photo tours this week so I’ll keep it short. If you’d like to join me on a trip, visit my photo tour/workshop page. I’ll look forward to seeing you here.
Road trip to Alamosa for covid shots. No matter the reason for the trip, there’s always something to see. On this occasion a very large storm cell moving through the Central San Luis Valley carrying spitting kernels of snow. Standing up in the bed of the truck was stinging but exhilarating, to say the least. It didn’t stop me. We stopped into other locations as well for the black and white below. There are 14,000 ft peaks in this range behind those clouds.
Following are a few pictures from one of the five photo tours/workshops during the last month. I’m booking tours/workshops from June through the rest of the year and beyond. Let me know if you want to join me on the road in northern New Mexico and southern Colorado.
Thanks for looking. Stay healthy. See you next week. G
Amish horse-drawn buggy, Monte Vista, Colorado. I added the old photo effect bringing a dated look to the shot thats mirrors the old ways. We heard the horse and buggy coming before we could see it. Can you see the swaddled baby reaching for the reins as Mom holds her safely around the waist. Here’s a little blurb on the Amish in the San Luis Valley. Thanks for looking. G
Red Barn, in black and white with an unusual cloud, Capulin, Colorado. Yes, the barn is red. I like the toned black and white in this photo with that cloud that wafted across the San Luis Valley. We are hunkering down today with 18 inches of snow and still coming. Thanks for looking. G
Sandhill Cranes, formation flying over the Monte Vista NWR in Colorado. Popped up here yesterday for a look-see. There are a few thousand Sandhill Cranes in the refuge. Though, after this initial bombardment, we didn’t see them much but we could hear them plenty. Thanks for looking. G
Ute Mountain with the red barn and crescent moon in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. I headed north to the state line and into Colorado yesterday evening. The sun and moon were setting as I drove forty-five minutes for a shoot at the dilapidated barn. Flocks of crows went where ever crows go at night and owls took up their nightly vigil in the cottonwood snags. The holes in the barn let the dusk and moonlight in. A few stray critters dodged my tires as I ran over their tracks in the twilight. Thanks for looking. G
Traffic halt, on the Trail Ridge Road, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado. I’m going to stand here for a while (the animal didn’t move for ten minutes) until I’m good and ready to move on. Thanks for looking. G
Last Dollar Road, between Ridgway and Telluride, Colorado. Heading down Last Dollar Road we just had to stop for this view. In 1989 I climbed Mount Sneffels, the peak on the far left of the image with my good friend Harry. When we got to the top I was exhausted. It was a little humiliating to see a father and his seven-year-old son sitting there fresh as the morning eating lunch and me huffing and puffing. 14,000+ feet will do that to you. We shared some stories with them while eating our lunches. On the way down I reinjured the meniscus in my right knee, or was it the left? Fortunately, we had ridden our bikes up to 12,000 feet and hidden them behind a large boulder. Riding down to our camp at 6,000 was a very nice and welcome cruise. Back to the present, on this day it was very pleasant to see the area in its fall finery. Thanks for indulging in my reminiscing and for looking. G
Ohio Creek Pass Road from Gunnison to Crested Butte, Colorado with gorgeous aspen colors. The kind of fiery color we like to see in the mountains. Traveling, virtually again today, not a bad day at that. Thanks for looking. G
Aspen woods on the hillside in southern Colorado. Some theories suggest that the ground moved or slid downhill when the trees were young; that there was heavy snowfall in an avalanche or some such thing. I do know that they add a little mystery to the scene as well as beauty. When I was a kid, growing up in Wales and Yorkshire, I spent many hours in the woods. I’m happy to say I still do to this day. Remember to look up the next few days, it’s the Harvest Moon, with Mars. Thanks for looking. G