Mounds of striated rock in the Ojito Wilderness look like leftover sandcastles from long, long ago.
I’ve always loved sunflowers (I may have mentioned this before, possibly ad infinitum) but I’ve developed a bit of an obsession the last couple of years with those that are on their way out. They exude happiness (at least to my eyes), even as they fade.
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 fallen cottonwood leaf entombed in ice in the middle Rio Grande Valley.
A beautiful sunny day, in the depth of winter, created fabulous shadows on this structure at the edge of the Las Cruces Plaza.