One of my very favorite places ever, anywhere. As usual, despite the solid blue of the sky in this image, I got caught in a massive thunder/rain/hail storm on the way back. I waited most of it out in the little rock grotto of which I took a photo last year.
It’s really hard to take photos of horses. They either run toward or away from you if they think you might have even the tiniest bit of interest in them. So when I saw two horses in this field, I parked where they couldn’t see me and then walked casually along the other side of the road, never looking at them. When I was right where I wanted to take a photo, I quickly crossed the road to hold my camera over the fence and … they were much faster than I was. Especially the horse you can’t see in this photo, who was behind me. The one you can see was definitely the more shy of the two.
It worked out well anyway. I love the line of the fence (and the fence too — could a fence be more New Mexican?) and I love the buffalo gourd and nightshade flowers in the foreground. So all’s well that ends well. Although the horses might not agree since neither apples nor carrots ever materialized.
Seems as if summer’s come earlier to the Sandias than I can remember. Last year, on May 31, I slid down a huge snowdrift not far from this spot; this year the aspens are already leafed out and it looks as if monsoon season’s blowing in close to a month earlier than usual.
If you think you’ve seen this view before, you have — it’s one of my favorites.
An old house and tree beneath a glowering spring sky.
It looks as if my opportunities to take photos around the state will be a bit limited this year due to COVID-19. I’m using the time to process older photos; I took this one last year on a trip through the eastern plains of New Mexico.
A delicate red rock arch in northern New Mexico. It’s much smaller and more delicate than its counterpart in Utah. It’s also very high up; likely impossible to get to without technical rock-climbing skills.