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?”
Thanks for looking. G
San Antonio Mountain, corral. We stopped at the old corral, buried in the drifting snow and slab ice along highway 285 in northern New Mexico. San Antonio (Bear Mountain) mountain is reputed to be the largest free standing mountain in the 48 states. Free standing, not part of any mountain chain. An extinct volcano, it rises prominently in the Taos Volcanic plateau field. From this location we can see many of the old volcanos scattered across the plateau. It was 13 degrees with a wind chill. Still, the sun was warm on our faces. Thanks for looking. Stay warm. G
Taos Mountain Sunset. I love it in the fall when the shadows lengthen, the tops of peaks and clouds are illuminated and the cottonwoods start to take on the air of royalty in their golden, leafy cloaks. Some of the shadows in this image are cast by the trees along the highway. The shadows on the left of frame are cast by passing cars. However I look at it, my eye follows the lines leading to the mountain in all it’s fall finery. Thanks for looking. G