The bosque in Albuquerque is still pretty green and yellow, and fragrant with the smells of wet dirt and leaf decay.
Today was the first time in 13 years that I didn’t spend the first Sunday in November at the Marigold Parade in the South Valley. I didn’t go because it didn’t happen — the organizers are taking a break this year to regroup and possibly find another direction.
The Marigold Parade has been one of my favorite days of the year for over a decade. It’s always happened very close to my birthday (some years on my birthday itself) and I must say, I felt slightly depressed all day. It seemed like a very special day that fell completely flat this year.
In honor of the many years of joy that parade has brought me (and countless others, no doubt), here’s one of my all-time favorite shots. I took it 5 years ago, on an uncharacteristically cloudy and rainy day. This little girl was standing close to me with her Halloween bag, collecting all the candy parade participants were throwing to the crowds. I took several photos of her when she wasn’t looking — but in this one she saw me. I thought her side-eye was incredibly impressive — and adorable.
Aspens, ponderosas, and storm clouds in the northern part of the Jemez, near San Pedro Parks Wilderness. It’s been an unusual fall in many ways: the aspens didn’t really turn colors until mid-October (usually they change around the beginning of the month). At the same time, it’s been quite a bit chillier than usual. I took this photo on October 18 — just 9 days ago — and got snowed on about an hour before this moment.
One of my all-time favorite stretches of road: US Highway 550, between San Ysidro and Cuba. I took this photo a couple of days ago. It’s an extraordinarily late/slow fall — chamisa (in the left foreground) usually doesn’t bloom this late.
The Taos Junction Bridge, framed by blooming chamisa and red Virginia creeper, crosses the Rio Grande within the Gorge, some miles southwest of Taos. (I’m not completely sure why it’s called Taos Junction since it’s closer to both Carson and Pilar than Taos.) This area is beautiful at any time of the year but perhaps most gorgeous (so to speak) in the fall.