The John Dunn Bridge, at the confluence of the Rio Hondo (foreground) and Rio Grande (background, under the bridge) in the Rio Grande Gorge.
There was some kind of magic afoot when I visited the Gilman tunnels a couple of weeks ago. It’s generally really hard to get this kind of shot, looking out from one tunnel through the other. Usually there’s a car parked between the tunnels, or people walking up the road, or just wonky light. This time, though, conditions were perfect — including the angle of the sun, more to the north than it is any other time of year.
The tunnels were built about 100 years ago for a logging railroad.
I love the way the rust on the car is the same color as the surrounding terrain. It’s as if it’s become part of the landscape and the landscape has become part of it.
Beep-beep!!! A family of roadrunners has moved into (taken over?) my neighborhood. They’re extremely cute little troublemakers.
The Cumbres & Toltec train steams through the blazing fall colors of scrub oak and aspen, north of Chama.