Wednesday, August 26, 2015

life at 7800












Summer is slowly losing its grip in the southwest and my hand is wide open, sending it off as if it were a feather that drifts away on the breeze. The days are noticeably shorter and although the cooler weather means it's 85 instead of 95 degrees, I'll take it.

But I wasn't sure what I would find at 7800 feet, in late August, here in the mountains of New Mexico.
I found 7800 feet is yarrow and mullein and lupine. Dogs and sunshine and ponderosa pines.
It's thunder that rolls through the canyons and over the ridges. And it's tiny oak leaves, glowing with the promise of autumn.

It's a beautiful time and place.

How, or where, do you find the changing season?

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

sagelight


Quietly, almost imperceptibly, the light changed.
But it was just enough of a change to signal the coming of fall.