Fine Art Images from the American Southwest
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Bighorn Sheep Rams drinking from a recent rain puddle on the Rio Grande Gorge west rim road. We all need water. These guys, two of the eight rams I saw, crossed the road in front of me and drank from the muddy puddle. I’ve added a couple of close ups below. As always, thanks for looking. G
Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, Highway 64, New Mexico. The bridge spans the canyon and river, a meer 600 feet below, carrying Highway 64 with one terminus in the Outer Banks, NC and the other at Teec Nos Pos, Arizona. The storms move through here fast and with deliberate intention. I’m finding some fun images throwing virtual darts at the archives most of today. Stay tuned for another image from New Mexico in Chaco Canyon tomorrow. Thanks for looking. G
Bighorn sheep ram in the Orilla Verde, Pilar, New Mexico. “Is this the best I got? You bet, for now.” And an afterthought, “do I have something in my teeth?” Looking good dude, looking good! Thanks for looking. G
Biker, crests the hill with the Rio Grande Gorge, Taos, New Mexico. These guys always look cool in a mask. Why not be cool? Thanks for looking. G
Rio Grande Gorge, northern New Mexico, a view from the high bridge crossing the river looking north towards Colorado. It was twilight and not the best light, but I like to document the area depicting it’s very many moods. It was the last stop on a photo tour returning from Abiquiu a couple of years ago. Thanks for looking. G
Ute Mountain, with the Rio Grande Gorge, northern New Mexico. A quick cell phone photo on a photo tour/workshop last week. At this point the photographer I took out was flying his drone. I enjoyed having both feet on the ground but his images had a spectacular elevated perspective. I’ll see if I can share them in due course. Now I want a drone. Thanks for looking. G
Rio Grande Gorge, from the bridge on Hwy 142 Colorado, or as I like to call it, ‘where the Rio Grande Gorge begins’. The rock walls, here, begin to rise above the river, now frozen in the throes of winter. From this spot, I could hear the ice groaning, moaning and stretching against the rocks and bridge pylons, much as my joints feel on cold winter mornings. Thanks for looking. G
Bald Eagle, Rio Grande Gorge. Morning meditation before breakfast. Ablutions completed, head bowed, and, with intensions beyond my comprehension. Thanks for looking. G
Young Bighorn sheep ram. “I am outta here!” I saw him heading my way and barely had time to get a shot off. This image is documentary evidence of the carefree nature and agility of these creatures. And, as seen in the image I posted a couple of days ago, certain sure-footedness. Heading back to the gorge tomorrow to see what we find. Thanks for looking. G
Storm cell over the Rio Grande Gorge across the volcanic plateau. They move fast and drop a vast amount of water in a very short time. The cell expanded toward me, fully engulfing the little valley and me. I managed to keep the camera covered and dove back into the car out of the rain and lightning. Thanks for looking. G
