I’d never even heard of an American Snout until a few weeks ago. Days after I first saw a picture of one, I got a chance to take my own photo. Its snout is quite charming.
A friend and I scouted out a more or less hidden part of the East Fork — my absolutely most favorite body of water in the world (even if it is really small) — on Labor Day. We splashed through water and clambered over rocks and, even though I’m sure many consider us “older women,” got to feel like wildly intrepid explorers for a day.
Big Tesuque Trail as it makes its way through multiple aspen stands in the Sangre de Cristo mountains. Those green leaves likely will have yellowed and dropped a month from now.
Sunflowers and coneflowers fill a meadow in the Sandia mountains.
Storm clouds moving in over the red rocks across from Walatowa Visitor Center (Jemez Pueblo).