It was a remarkably wet and fertile late summer — especially considering how dry it was at the start. Here globemallow and a field of yellow wildflowers frame Mt. Taylor on the first day of fall.
Crazy late-season wildflowers and green grass in a meadow outside the mostly abandoned town of McGaffey (south of Ft. Wingate). The pink/purple flowers are thistles; I didn’t recognize the yellow flowers. And yes, that patch of yellow in the distance is a bunch of flowers too. Definitely not an everyday sight.
I suppose you could say the East Fork of the Jemez is my favorite body of water. It’s actually a very modest little babbling brook that’s easily crossed on foot in most places, most times of the year, so “body of water” is perhaps too grand a characterization — but I do love every inch I’ve ever seen of it. This shot shows what I think of as a fairly typical Jemez “tent” rock along the stream, on a late summer afternoon.
A summer thunderstorm threatens the east side of the Sandia mountains.
The Cumbres & Toltec narrow-gauge railway train puffs its way up the hills outside Chama.