An almost full moon rising above a boulder in the Sandia foothills the other evening, just before sunset.
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.
Osha leaves in the high Sandias. They’re always the first to start turning.
A meadow on the east side of the Sandias, filled with late summer wildflowers.