Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Morning aspens in the garden San Cristobal, New Mexico. Look out any window and the fall colors greet the eyes, morning, noon and evening. Thanks for looking. G
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
Baca Park wetlands nature trail, Taos NM. The soft colors of November, fallen leaves, carpeting the trails through red willows, and cottonwood trees, with the aroma of wet sage brush and the soft sounds of fall rising throughout the valley. Thanks for looking. G
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
Leaf Shadows in the morning on the tent wall. When I saw how nicely this image turned out, I said to myself, “I should have made a video”. The rustling leaves brushing against the tent wall made a soft swishing sound, the kind that wakes you up gently from a good nights sleep. Thanks for looking. G
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. G
