Taking pictures of the rides on the midway at the State Fair is one of my absolute most favorite kinds of photography. There are bright colors! bright lights! and lots of motion! And, for some inexplicable reason, dozens of folks jumping in front of my camera virtually begging me to take a photo of them. I could maybe understand it if photographers were a rare breed, or cameras were hard to come by — but these days, when everyone who doesn’t live in a cave has a phone camera in their pocket? I don’t get it.
It’s that sunflower time of year again. To my eye, everything about sunflowers exudes happiness — even this sleepy sunflower struggling to open fully.
A bare tree in Albuquerque’s Rio Grande bosque. Hawks and eagles often hang out here.
Bright colors are hard to come by in a central New Mexican winter — but I found them in this wood duck at Tingley Beach in Albuquerque.
A view of the Sandias at sunset from Albuquerque’s west mesa. Sandia means watermelon in Spanish, and it’s at this time of the year that I most often remember how they got their name.