The morning I got up to head up to Clayton Lake, I was greeted with a flat tire. After ascertaining that there was no where to get a tire fixed in Clayton w/it out costing me about 100 bucks, I made some calls and found a place – 84 miles away. I inflated the tire, it dropped like a stone. I swapped out to my donut in about 5 minutes and headed out to Raton.
I got to the place in question, and after figuring out that the tire had a bad valve, and an oil change, I was talking to Brian, the counter guy. I told him the flat tanked my day for hiking. He asked if I had my stuff with me. I said yup. He directed me to Sugarite and even told me the two best trails for hiking and for views.
After dishing out some cash for shirts and stuff at the visitors center, I headed up the Coal Mining trail.
Then! I headed up another trail, and when I say up, I mean – straight up in some places. The views there after were stunning and well worth the climb.
I decided to go take a drive one evening after work, headed towards Raton. And had a great view of a stunning sunset that night. I must admit, New Mexico has some great sunsets! And some wonderful views of the landscape.
I decided during my time away that I’d spend my weekends hiking and seeing “what is out there”. Life can be boring if you sit around all day and stare at the four walls. Work was always interesting, and I wanted my weekends to be thus as well.
Google and I found Capulin Volcano, my 1st weekend hiking trip. I took off early in, and was graced with a great sunrise. Of course, I pulled over to check it out.
I think I was slightly trepidations as going up at such a height, due to my Menierre’s disease. But it seemed I was in no danger of getting “dizzy” and falling off the volcano.
You can see for what feels like forever. A stark contrast to where I’m from, in Maine, where there are trees and more trees. And some moose. Let us not forget the moose. The tapestry of New Mexico is quite gorgeous. Browns, and reds and the bright blues of the sky. Where as in Maine, there are the greens and the deep browns of the earth and the paler blue of the skies.
The rim of the volcano offered some spectacular views. And a nice walk to boot. The lower section of the park was pretty warm when I got there, but the upper rim was windy and frigid. As long as I kept moving, it did not seem to bother me: to much.
The rim walk is little over a mile and brisk, you do feel as though you are going uphill, both ways until you head back down to the parking lot.
Then you head down and into the crater, where the real fun looking rocks are. Pitted and deep reds and greys.
There is another trail at the base of the volcano, bring water! There is no shade and no breeze, and can be pretty warm even if it is only 75 degrees.
I love the sunrise, but I adore the sun setting. There is no other light like it.
Storm: Our lovely pup. We got her about a week after we moved in together (Talk about not having commitment issues, huh!)
Photos taken before the time of digital. Imagine only having 24 opportunities to take the perfect picture. Photography has taken a huge leap in popularity in the last few years – Mainly due to the fact that its become so easy with cheaper cameras, lens, and post processing to take a GREAT picture. You take a “good” picture and make it great with post processing. Back in “the day” you had to take a great pic right out of the camera.
It’s that time of year when the blooms on the potatoes begin to emerge, letting us know what is beneath the earth. Golds, blues, purples, reds – all different blooms.
The splayed toes. The look on his face. The hair. We’ve always said that Tyler has “my” hair. Wayward, easier to take care of short. This cowlick that will not quit. Kids. I think we have more pictures of Tyler because when he was a baby, I was just working. I wasn’t putting in 5 hours a week studying, 10 hours travelling, 20 hours in class and another 20 hours at work. I wasn’t writing novels every month, editing for friends and being a crazy, crazy person. My fave shots of Sir Tyler.
The hair. Ty is only a few weeks old here and look at the mess of hair. Yup, I have the same mess of hair. The toes. Priceless. The face. I want to know what he’s thinking. And he’s with Tante Jules which warms my heart. Who gave him his 1st ever baby bottle in the hospital. Good memories.
Can you say Gerber baby? The cheeks. The blue eyes. The expression. Perfect. That’s Tyler, the 1st nephew. Going blonde.
One of my favorite pictures because it’s Tyler and Memere. It’s nice to catch those moments and when he’s older he will be able to look back with fondness.
I love taking the camera off that “auto” setting and playing with the different settings. At 1st, I was wary. It’s wonderful with digital you can practice all you want! In the day of film, 24 pictures and a day later, you could look at your photographs and see if you did a good job. Now, instant gratification. I had just gotten my Rebel (see how cool that sounds?) and was working on getting a blurred background and a sharp image of my subject. I took this with my 70-300 zoom, on the marco setting, of all things. Standing far, far away from active kids can allow you to get some great, fun and rather decent shots. As long as you can stay steady.
That’s my post for now! What are some of your fave shots? Leave a link in the comments!
“What kind of camera do you use?”
That’s something I hear often. Honestly, I have a Canon Rebel because they were cheaper than a Nikon and, I like the thought of having a Rebel. Remember back in the day, when Andre Agassi promoted Rebels? No? I’m old.
I was having a conversation with Ryan, my Clinical Instructor and we both take photos and both said that “What camera do you use?” is a very common question. We both have similar cameras (they aren’t 300mpix, we didn’t pay an arm and a leg and a few toes off the other foot) and we agreed, the best camera is the one you have with you.
Taken with a disposable camera, and scanned a few years ago. Not sure how it came out so well, but it did.
I had this really small, really cool digital camera. It was a big megapixal. ONE! This is the sunset behind the old fire station in Grand Isle, where I lived for 10 years. I love the sky and the sun and silhouettes.
I think this was the 1st “good” picture I ever took. With a cheap 110 camera. This was scanned years ago. I was driving my mom’s old “bomb” a Delta 88 along the lake road, pulled over and snapped the shot. I only developed it months later.
Dutch. Jules took this picture with a point and shoot film camera. Printed and scanned.
Does that mean I have an eye for taking pictures? I guess it does. Does it mean I’m a better photographer than Joe Blow down the street? Nope. I just take “good” pictures. I enjoy snapping pictures. It’s fun. If it ever feels like a job, well, then I’ll stop. I’ve taken some stellar pictures with my cell phone because that’s the camera I had on me. So over my time “away” from home I’m going to post some of my favorite pictures. Some are good because they are just good, some are faves because of the story behind them.