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.
An old wooden bridge at Terrero, over the Pecos; I took the photo from a newer (not-so-pretty) bridge. Yes, it really is wooden. I even walked across it and it felt quite stable. But no way would I take a car over it..
This is a Boisduval’s Blue butterfly, I think. (I’m not an expert with butterfly IDs.) I saw it a bit west of Chama about a week-and-a-half ago.
An old gas station — and equally old station wagon — are framed by a classic New Mexican sky and classic New Mexican weeds. It’s been an incredibly dry year so far.
The Cumbres & Toltec narrow-gauge railway train puffs its way up the hills outside Chama.