A fallen cottonwood leaf entombed in ice in the middle Rio Grande Valley.
A beautiful sunny day, in the depth of winter, created fabulous shadows on this structure at the edge of the Las Cruces Plaza.
I call him the bluebird of suspicion because he really didn’t want me to get very close. Nonetheless, I was able to sneak up on him, kinda sorta.
On the scale of things we say “only in New Mexico” about, this upside-down governmental sign ranks pretty low. Even so, only in New Mexico.
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.