I think I may have mentioned before that there’s virtually no form of sunflowers that I don’t totally love. This little bud was one of the very last this year, I’m sure. I saw it on Halloween in the Rio Grande Bosque (northwest Albuquerque).
A lovely fall day along the Rio Grande as it runs through Albuquerque, surrounded by changing cottonwoods and with the Sandia mountains in the background.
The neon on the midway got going just as the sun went down.
A corner post in Albuquerque’s South Valley with sunflowers, morning glories, and a cross. A classic New Mexican summer scene.
I have noticed, in past years, that century plants are most likely to bloom during hot, dry springs — and what I’ve seen this year has done nothing to disprove my theory. This one, at my local supermarket, appears to almost reach the moon.