Fine Art Images from the American Southwest

Lost Lake, Ripples, Reflections, Colorado

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Lost Lake, ripples and reflections, in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Reflections of the sun setting on the red rocks and the last glow of light on the mountain peak, with a hint of blue the pale sky, surrounded by reflections of the grey rocks and shadows. Lost Lake is a constantly changing work of art. Thanks for looking. G

Lost Lake, ripples, reflections, Colorado.

Eagle Rock Lake, Moonrise, Questa

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Eagle Rock Lake, Moonrise, Questa, New Mexico. This beautiful location is just up the street from our house, so on my way home last night I popped in and made a few shots. That’s the last of the ice in center screen, although it maybe around for a little while yet. Stay warm and well. Thanks for looking. G

Eagle Rock Lake, Moonrise, Questa, New Mexico.

 

Saint Francis Church Plaza, Reflections

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Saint Francis Church Plaza, reflections, Ranchos de Taos. The 50º F temps today melted a lot of snow. That’s great but now comes the mud and a lot of water which allows for fabulous reflections. I put the camera on the ground and made a three image panorama needed to capture the swimmingly wet parking lot. Thanks for looking. G

Saint Francis Church Plaza, reflections.

Rio Hondo, Columbines, Twining, New Mexico

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Rio Hondo, Columbines, Twining, New Mexico. On a photo tour/workshop hike along the Williams Lake Trail in Taos Ski Valley. The trail makes it’s way through the pines with views of the Rio Hondo. The cool air and freezing mountain run off in the river makes for a very pleasant photography trip. iPhone only on this one. Join me! Thanks for looking. G

Rio Hondo, Columbine, Twining, New Mexico

Earth, Sky, Mountain Lake

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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?”
Han-shan

Thanks for looking. G

Earth Sky meet in the lake