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.
Silhouettes and brooding virga clouds at sunset.
The plumes that give Apache Plume its name are silhouetted by the setting sun.
The upper reaches of the Sandia mountains are covered with wild irises right now.
Just about the prettiest prickly pear cactus blossoms I’ve ever seen.