A mule deer in the Sandia foothills. As so often happens when I see deer, I was walking along, lost in my own thoughts, when all of a sudden I noticed a small peripheral movement — and there were three deer, all of whom appeared to have been lost in their own worlds as well.
A curve billed thrasher sings his heart out atop cholla cactus.
Raindrops and reflections in a flooded South Valley yard. Spring is definitely still playing peek-a-boo with us.
The purple wall at the National Hispanic Cultural Center (NHCC) in Albuquerque, with small trees behind it adding green into the mix.
I’m happy to report that I’ve seen dozens of these little butterflies in the Sandia foothills over the last few weeks. The beargrass is starting to bloom so they’ll soon be going underground — which makes me all the more grateful to have seen so many of them.