Winter wood pile with some latir poles for a fence and the wall of the potting shed. Sometimes I walk around the property and snap images with the cell phone camera looking for shapes, composition and color. Camera studies for future works, much like a painter makes studies of a scene. The shapes make me smile in this image. Not much of this location will resemble this tomorrow. It will be well and truly buried after the snow fall we received in the last twenty four hours. Thanks for looking. Stay warm. G
Commotion, taken in the snow. I think the hawk got the rabbit. Though, on second thought… it could have been an owl last night. I’m deducing that the rabbit was gleaning fallen bird seed close to this location and the owl got it. Looks like it made a couple of attempts. This latter scenario would explain why I didn’t see the actually commotion this morning. Thanks for looking. G
White-Breasted Nuthatch on the Ash tree in San Cristobal, New Mexico. This is a predominant attitude and posture for this little fellow. Scarpering frenetically up and down and around the tree trunks is another. Fun to watch for sure. Having a fast trigger finger definitely helps. You can read more on the White-Breasted Nuthatch here. Thanks for looking. G
Jemez Mountains Caldera, with the crescent Moon and a small flock of cranes. Another shot from the west garden wall. The thought of the cranes heading south inspires me with images of warmer climes. Not that I’m heading south any time soon, but I’ll let them carry my thoughts with them. Thanks for looking. G
Sitting on the fence, lots of snow all over Taos County. Took a walk out early this morning as the sun rose over the Sangre de Cristos. I had a thoroughly good time photographing the more abstract elements on the subject of snow. Temperature here at noon today, 18º F. Thanks for looking and stay warm. G
Encounter with a mule deer doe, over the fence in San Cristobal, NM. A poem by Robert Frost comes to mind. It describes an encounter for two lovers, “Two look at Two.” I’ve posted the poem below. This very brief moment lasted an eternity. I studied Robert Frost in college. I was able to recite this poem, and others by the author, on command. This one, although I can no longer recite the whole piece from memory, resides in my very being and remembering the words verbatim seems redundant. My encounter, “One looked at One.” Thanks for looking G
Two Look At Two.
Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
With thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;
When they were halted by a tumbled wall
With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,
Spending what onward impulse they still had
In One last look the way they must not go,
On up the failing path, where, if a stone
Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;
No footstep moved it. ‘This is all,’ they sighed,
Good-night to woods.’ But not so; there was more.
A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall, as near the wall as they.
She saw them in their field, they her in hers.
The difficulty of seeing what stood still,
Like some up-ended boulder split in two,
Was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there.
She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.
Then, as if they were something that, though strange,
She could not trouble her mind with too long,
She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.
‘This, then, is all. What more is there to ask?’
But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.
A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall as near the wall as they.
This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,
Not the same doe come back into her place.
He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,
As if to ask, ‘Why don’t you make some motion?
Or give some sign of life? Because you can’t.
I doubt if you’re as living as you look.”
Thus till he had them almost feeling dared
To stretch a proffering hand — and a spell-breaking.
Then he too passed unscared along the wall.
Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.
‘This must be all.’ It was all. Still they stood,
A great wave from it going over them,
As if the earth in one unlooked-for favour
Had made them certain earth returned their love.
Clearing storm, on the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, of northern NM. I don’t have to go very far from home to see a scene like this. It’s just a short walk down to the lower acreage. After a night of rain, that continued throughout today as well, it was great to watch the lingering clouds gradually lift and work their way along the ridge lines. When a momentary shaft of sunlight lit up some of peaks, I made a few images and called it a day. Thanks for looking. G
Chapel San Cristobal, in the valley of San Cristobal, New Mexico. The Magpie knows a good spot when it finds it. The soft filtered sunset light attracted the Magpie and me. An evening drive through the village and foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, softens the heart and nourishes the soul. Thanks for looking. G