When we left early in the morning there was a mist that gave the trees a ghostly look. As we headed out to Paradise Hills, the mist turned into a thick fog, which is quite rare for the Albuquerque area. When we got to Paradise Hills, a couple hundred feet above the Rio Grande Valley, the sun was making its first appearance above the fog blanketed the valley below.
After photographing the sunrise filtering through the dust and mist the other morning, I was inspired to accidentally create a work of coffee art on edge of the counter.
Dawn: the first two photos looking east, the last two looking west.
When you live out in the sticks.
Cottonwood, sagebrush, tamarisk and other plants in the low sun on Saturday. I managed to get a different view of the Sandias from above Bernalillo as the last bit of sunlight kissed them goodnight.
We walked around Aix in the rain all day on May 18th. The wet, gray weather added to the erie starkness of the old Castaño trees lining the edge of a park. Death followed a poor soul through the streets, and the moonlight in the clearing night sky lit an ancient church on our walk home late in the night. Aix-en-Provence, May 18, 2013.
I made sure I went out to the river and got the sunset on Sunday. Now that we are back on standard time, it will be dark before I leave the office during the week.
This year, we are going to do the same things we always do on Halloween: get up, play with the kitties and birds, go to work and school, take some photos, come home, play with the kitties and birds, study, process photos, post a blog, check out other blogs and things on the web, go to bed.
Another evening of the beautiful light at sunset along the Rio Grande.
Vineyards with Mont St Victoire in the background. Aix-en-Provence, France, May 2013.
Off Center & Not Even 