A classic Rio Puerco valley scene, with Cabezon nestled between and behind two other volcanic plugs. It is said that this area was incredibly green and lush just 150 years ago — it’s very hard to imagine. I think it’s one of the driest parts of New Mexico now.
I care less and less for winter with each passing year. This one has been particularly tough for me because it’s been colder than usual. (But also wetter than usual — and I’m so very grateful for that!)
On the other side of the coin, it’s right around this time of the year that the light from the setting sun is most beautiful on the Sandias. I fall for that soft warm light every time.
A bare tree in Albuquerque’s Rio Grande bosque. Hawks and eagles often hang out here.
A view of the Sandias at sunset from Albuquerque’s west mesa. Sandia means watermelon in Spanish, and it’s at this time of the year that I most often remember how they got their name.
The new year blew in with high winds, cold temperatures — and more snow than we’ve seen in the Albuquerque area for 12 years. This late afternoon scene is one of my very favorite views of the Sandias, taken from the road going up to Bear Canyon. Grateful for a wonderful, moist start to the new year!