Red hot wheels in Downtown Albuquerque — red Porsche 911 Carrera and red Audi R8.
Author: Timothy Price
Through The Pink Blinds Darkly
Najar is taking after Spunk, playing behind and through the blinds. She’s not as aggressive as Spunk, but she competes on cute poses. You can see Spunk’s “Blind Attack” at http://photoofthedayetc.com/2014/11/06/blind-attack/
Old Adobe
This is one of the old adobes on Corrales Road that I’ve been documenting for the past couple of years. This abandoned adobe house might be considered historic, so the owner may not be able to tear it down, and may be letting it deteriorate to the point it will fall down on it’s own, but that’s all speculation on my part. The north wall caved in a couple of years ago — you can see the north side of this house on my blog post from August 9, 2013 at http://photoofthedayetc.com/2013/08/09/old-adobes/.
Fluffed and Dried
Hoot Owl at Dusk
While walking back home in the dark from what turned out to be a 6.5 mile walk, I could hear the owls hooting at each other. As I looked around to see where the hoots were coming from, I saw what looked like a large cat at the tip top of a cottonwood, backlit by the afterglow of the sunset. The owl was too far away, and it was too dark, for me to get anything but silhouettes of it.
Progress

I’m taking weekly photos of the progress on the Imperial Building construction project going on behind our office. Today’s photos are from Monday, January 19th, and Friday, January 23rd. The middle photo shows our daily marking off of climbing the stairs in the New Mexico Bank & Trust Building (on the right in the first and last photos.


White Lace Dawn, Black Lace Dusk
Morning Clouds, Evening Snow
Cat Fu Fighting
Drags On The Rio Grande
After fording the shallows of the west fork of the Rio Grande to one of the large sandbars in the middle of the river, I was faced with a forest of salt cedar interspersed with thorny Russian Olive Trees as I bushwhacked my way across the sandbar to see what was happening along the wider, deeper water running on the east side of the sandbar. Figuring they were hidden from the shutters and eyes of humans they commonly see along the accessible areas to the river, the Sandhill Cranes were playing games, drag racing to be more specific, very much like what you might see in an old Far Side comic.
As I emerged from the orange-yellow briar patch, a couple of Sandhill Cranes took off in a race down the river, while another pair quivered behind the barbed wire starting line ready to start their drag race down the river. I was able to catch the second pair on film and narrate the action in each of the photos below.








































