Fine Art Images from the American Southwest

Tag: Snow

Sangre De Cristo Mountain, Snows

Sangre de Cristo Mountain snows. Still a lot of snow up there a few days ago in the mountains at the New Mexico, Colorado State Line. And on a stunningly, crystal clear day for a drive during our self imposed quarantine. Home to car, to mountains and back home again. Didn’t see a soul out there, but what’s new? Thanks for looking. G

Sangre de Cristo Mountain snows.

Winter, Hay Bales, San Luis Valley, CO

Winter, hay bales in the San Luis Valley, Colorado. Flash back to winter this time last year, 2019. These monumental structures are scattered around the San Luis Valley. Some are larger than this. Monolithic hay bales stacked very precisely. Stonehenge comes to mind… all tidied up! Thanks for looking. G

Winter Hay Bales, San Luis Valley, CO

Woodland Moment, Carson National Forest

Woodland moment, in the Carson National Forest, northern New Mexico. Just a short pause on the trail for this little scene. Not sure I could ever find it again. Maybe I stopped to get a breather. This is what a breath looks like for me, then onward. Thanks for looking. G

Woodland Moment, Carson National Forest

Celtic Stone Cross, Last Snowfall, San Cristobal

Celtic stone cross, last snowfall, San Cristobal, NM. I like it’s shoulder pads and helmet. I think it looks like a samurai, ready to face all comers. Solid in all conditions. I like the warm glow on the stone. I really like Celtic Crosses… Ok! I’m rambling. Thanks for looking. G

Celtic stone cross, last snowfall, San Cristobal, NM.

Dark-Eyed Juncos, Garden, Snow

Dark-Eyed Juncos, in the garden and the snow today. I had fun hanging out with about five dozen of these little ones storming the bird feeders today. They were unafraid of the guy with the camera in polar gear, and as long as I stood still they stayed around, happily devouring a few pounds of seed. Over the last six days they’ve gone through 30 pounds of seed. And me? After I darned near froze my fingers off and the battery in the camera died in the 20º temps, it was time for a cup of tea! Thanks for looking. G

Dark-Eyed Juncos, in the garden and the snow today.

Dark-Eyed Juncos, in the garden

Dark-eyed Junco

Dark-eyed Junco San Cristobal garden

Dark-eyed Junco on the fence

 

 

Snow White, Blue, Blanca, Colorado

Snow white and blue, in the town of Blanca, Colorado. That’s about all I can say on this shot, except, I liked the organic shape of undulations in the snow set against the rigid lines of the door. Thanks for looking. G

Snow White, Blue, Blanca, Colorado

Cattle Dogs, Bulls, Horses, Round Up

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a winter round up in La Jara, Colorado. Yes, that’s gonna work!!!
These were obstinate bulls and tenacious cattle dogs. The rancher on horse back told the dogs either to “get ’em” or “bite ’em”. The one blue healer there, on the tail end of the bull, really reveled in it’s work. The things we see on the road. Thanks for looking. G

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a round up.

Cattle dogs, bulls, horses, on a round up.Almost under control.

Breaking Through The Snow Today

Breaking through the snow today. These three little fronds, albeit, a weed made their appearance known as I walked through the field. In all of the two acres they caught my eye. Pretty, aren’t they? Thanks for looking. G

Breaking Through The Snow Today

Shadows, Cerro, New Mexico

Shadows, in the hamlet of Cerro, New Mexico. The little Catholic church (Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe) has a handrail, more than likely crafted by a local artist. We headed out to the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument, that morning, for some landscape images. We ended up spending an hour working on images of this church. Thanks for looking. G

Shadows, Cerro, New Mexico

Taos Canyon, Woods, Snow, Trees

Taos Canyon, woods, snow, trees and a bunch of camera blur. It inspires me to post the Robert Frost poem, you know the one! It’s below the photo. I had to recite it years ago in my first year of college English Literature. Robert Frost and many more of his poems have lingered with me over the years. I often use them for inspiration. Thanks for looking. G

Taos Canyon, woods, snow, trees

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.