The chamisa (aka “rabbitbrush” in every other western state) is already blooming up in the Rio Chama Valley, close to Christ in the Desert Monastery.
I walked through Whitewater Canyon on the catwalk years ago … well, to be honest, it was decades ago. I’ve always wanted to go back but it’s been closed every time I’ve tried — seems as if the catwalk washes out every few years.
I finally got back there last week and wow! it was even better than I remembered it. It’s easy to see why it keeps washing out too — it goes through a very narrow slot. (You definitely wouldn’t want to be there if there was even a hint of rain.) And, after all my protestations of the last, no, really the last of the fall photos, here’s yet another. The canyon is lined with sycamores and it appears the leaves dropped only recently.
A heron sunning itself in a shallow area of the Rio Grande as it passes through Albuquerque.
It was snowy and windy this morning at my place. I walked over to visit a neighbor — and saw this pile of leaves blown against a fence. This must surely be the last of the fall colors.
I love both lichens and ferns, really love them, and was thrilled to see them side-by-side in the Sandia foothills earlier this month. Both always seem to grow on the north side of rocks in the foothills, in the shade, and that makes it fairly difficult to get a good photo of them together. On this particular day, however, I was using a rented lens — much better than the equipment I usually use — and managed to get a few decent shots.