Blue Skies

... and bare trees.

San Pedro, New Mexico.

Running Tree

Polvadera, New Mexico.

Somehow along the line this massive old cottonwood tree (150+ ft.) developed a large enough natural cavity in it's trunk so that a person can now comfortably stand inside it. I know because I've done it many times myself. It's great for getting out of the elements (not recommended for lightning storms) or for just leaning back in and contemplating the universe while the sun sets. Cottonwood leaves make a great sound in the wind and of couse the birds are always flitting about it's branches. It's a cool old tree to hang out with/in.

As you can see, from just the right angle, it appears that this ancient cottonwood is walking... more likely running. Heading for the hills. Well, probably towards the river actually and the relative safety of the protected Rio Grande Bosque and the cottonwoods there.

I'd be running too, if I knew about the fate of most of my other brethren of this area... and thus ultimately mine also.

Sadly, it's one of the last of many cottonwoods that use to populate this middle Rio Grande flood plain that's now been almost completely cleared for agriculture.

I hope whatever it appears to be trying to get away from never catches it.

Autumn Light/s

Socoro Plaza, New Mexico.

Natural and man-made fall light.



I love this time of year.

Socorro County Sunsets

Some nice recent ones.

"M" Mountain, Socorro

Yucca, Bosque del Apache

El Camino, Socorro

Ladron Mountains, Bernardo

The real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes
but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust

To be continued...

Ghost Hoops

Lemitar, New Mexico.

I used to play on this basketball court a lot with family and friends back in the day, so it brings back a lot memories to see it now... years later.

I can hear the distant echo of sounds and see the faint images of past contests and people as I look at these pictures.

Like watching a game of hoops with ghosts.

The Zia Vortex

The Zia Vortex is a rare, naturally occurring phenomenon here in the "Land of Enchantment", that can suddenly arise out of nowhere and at anytime. If you're not careful it'll suck you into another dimension. Kind of like the Bermuda Triangle.

Not !

It's just me messing around with another in a recent series of a glass tumbler over the lens of my camera shots. This time with the blinds on my porch serving as back drop.

Or am I ?