At long last, the tiniest hint of spring. Not that this was a particularly cold winter — but it was, as always, a very brown winter.
A ring-necked duck and its reflection in a bosque pond.
Despite this year’s extraordinarily warm and dry winter, Sandia hairstreak butterflies showed up right on time in the Sandia foothills — or at least this one did yesterday. I’m always happy to see my little friends.
After one of the driest winters ever, we’ve finally gotten a few dustings of snow in the Sandia foothills, and more (although perhaps not enough more) in the high mountains.
We’ve been treated to quite a few truly stunning sunsets lately. They at least partially make up for the preponderance of brown in a central New Mexican winter. (Even worse than usual this year because the area’s had virtually no snow whatsoever.)