Blue Sky, Last Leaves, Hopewell Lake

Blue sky with last leaves on one aspen tree near Hopewell Lake, NM. I love the simplicity of this composition, where the bare branches appear to be about to let go of the remaining few leaves. I’ve photographed the last leaves on many trees over the years. I feel there’s a certain melancholy to this scene, although the blue sky and golden leaves present a pretty picture. I think I’ll call this one, “Before the fall”. Thanks for looking. G

Blue Sky, Last Leaves, Hopewell Lake

Nature’s Winter Ornament

Nature’s winter ornament Baca Park, Taos, New Mexico. There’s no shortage of pristine moments on the trail. Evidence of the season abound, scenes created from nature’s passion and zest, over tinsel, blinking lights and festooning garlands. At this time of year, a walk in the woods is as close as it gets to life affirming everything. Walking in the wetlands this morning, following an overnight snow fall, I found this gem of a scene. The weight of the snow on the stem of the leaf reminded me of how tenuous is life. The snow fall aids the cycle of life, the tree grows stronger from the lack of leaves, it shuts down, gathers it’s inner strength and ultimately blasts into spring. When I need any more affirmation, I put on a recording of Edward Elgar’s Enigma Variations. Happy Holidays. Thank you for looking. G

Nature's Winter Ornament

Muted And Subtle Colors Of Fall

Muted and subtle colors of fall and moisture on the deck in San Cristobal, NM. The leaves… ash, aspen, locust, cottonwoods and apple are piling up and as the temperatures drop the vibrant colors turn cooler. Each morning is an affirmation of winter’s approach and a promise of springs rejuvenation. Yes I love the cool down and slow down at this time of year. Thanks for looking. G

Muted and Subtle Colors

Basking in the Sunlight

Basking in the sunlight. I think a more appropriate title might be “The End Of Autumn Sonata”, the last notes played before the winter sets in and the dancing leaves of autumn are silenced. As I stare out of my window I relish the last few notes dancing in the elm tree. Hushed now, a veil of frost descends and the fourth movement begins with the more sombre tones of the wind, in the winter trees. Thanks for looking. Gelm leaves basking in the Sunlight san cristobal