balloon fiesta at home (three), the motto of the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is “Mass Happiness” and that’s what we’re feeling on this last weekend of the event, October 10, photos © 2009 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
Posts Tagged ‘New Mexico sky’
Posted in Body, Culture, Family, Fotoblog, Gratitude, Holding My Breath, Home, Life, Photography, Place, Seasons, Silence, Skies, Things That Fly, Vehicles, Wake Up, tagged Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, autumn in New Mexico, Corrales NM, fall in New Mexico, hot air balloons, just being, New Mexico, New Mexico sky, New Mexico traditions, October, places to find beauty, Rio Grande Valley on October 10, 2009 | 15 Comments »
Posted in Dreams, Everyday Art, Fotoblog, Gratitude, Holding My Breath, Home, Life, Nature, Photography, Place, Seasons, Skies, Things That Fly, Topic Writing, Vision, Wake Up, Weather, tagged double rainbows, Look To The Sky, New Mexico, New Mexico sky, rainbow, rainbow images, rainbow magic, rainbow photos, rainbow pics, rainbow pictures, Rio Grande Valley, sky, sky pics, sky pictures, skywatching on March 12, 2009 | 18 Comments »
We saw a rainbow that started here…
Bright, double rainbow that appears to start in the corner of the field, captured at dusk after a March rain, photo © 2009 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
…and stretched across the entire sky…
Faint, rainbow’s mid-section, photo © 2009 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
…until it landed there…(you might see it if you squint)
Fainter, rainbow’s end, photo © 2009 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
What do you see out your window?
Posted in Bodies Of Water, Body, Bones, Fotoblog, Gratitude, Great Places To Write, Haiku, Holding My Breath, Nature, Photography, Place, Practice, Seasons, Skies, Structure, Taos, Travel, Wake Up, tagged bridges, diving in, New Mexico, New Mexico sky, Rio Grande, rivers, summer, summer in New Mexico, swimming, swimming holes, writing retreats on July 11, 2008 | 14 Comments »
Rio Grande Swimming Hole, July 12th, 2007, outside of Taos, New Mexico, at a Writing Retreat with Natalie Goldberg almost one year ago to the day, all photos © 2007-2008 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
cliffs rise, bodies howl
floating down the Rio Grande
swimming in July
View From The Swimming Hole, Toward The Bridge, Leaving The Swimming Hole, From The Bridge, July 12th, 2007, all photos © 2007-2008 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
The Rio Grande is 1,885 miles long, the third longest river system in the United States. This is for all of our writing friends in Taos this week, diving into her river wildness — screaming, floating, swimming, wading — walking in the mist, getting wet.
-posted on red Ravine, Friday, July 11th, 2008
-related to post, haiku (one-a-day)
Posted in Haiku, Nature, Photography, Place, Poetry, Practice, Seasons, Skies, Topic Writing, tagged New Mexico sky, Pecos Mountains, summer monsoons, the practice of haiku, yellow primrose on July 9, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Wild Mountain Primrose, seen on a hike in the Pecos Mountains of New Mexico during a summer rain shower, photo © 2008 by Jim. All rights reserved.
dear yellow primrose
teach me to be still like you
that i may catch the rain
Posted in Art, Bones, Gratitude, Great Places To Write, Haiku, Nature, On the Road, Photography, Place, Poetry, Practice, Secrets, Skies, Taos, Things That Fly, tagged D. H. Lawrence Ranch, famous trees, Georgia O'Keeffe, inspiration, Kiowa Ranch, New Mexico sky, photography as art, The Lawrence Tree on June 11, 2008 | 35 Comments »
The Lawrence Tree, Kiowa Ranch outside of Taos, New Mexico, February 2007, photo © 2007 – 2008 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
O’Keeffe shrouded leaves with stars
standing on her head
-posted on red Ravine, Wednesday, June 11th, 2008
-related to post, haiku (one-a-day)
-inspired by post, lack of oxygen haiku
Every evening the clouds gather. I read in the newspaper today the question on people’s minds is, Is this the monsoons? No, the meterologists say, the monsoons don’t come until July. The weather is cooler, cooler than average. This is the fourth wettest May in Albuquerque since 1913, I read yesterday.
I’m living in the new house. It was such a drawn out move. I had time to mourn our little house, then get tired of it, then finally almost hate the sight of it. Now I walk out on the patio and see the Sandias. Before I moved to this place I couldn’t see the mountains for the trees. It’s louder where I live now. I hear the city, the sirens that make all the dogs in the vicinity howl. The trucks that shift into low gear as they climb the hill. I wonder what this place was like before any big boulevards were even there. I wonder if the original family moved when civilization encroached.
I should put links in this piece, but I know I won’t. What to link? I’m writing it almost like a practice anyway. I’m starved for writing. We don’t have internet connectivity yet at the new place, so I have to come to cafes to get connected. For the past four days, you can find me parked outside a cafe with my computer screen glowing pale green in my face. I must look ghoulish to anyone walking past the car. But most times I’ve wanted to connect, it’s been late. Bands playing in the cafes, lots of people. It’s quiet in my car, and besides, I’ll be back online Tuesday.
Right now the sky is pretty clear. I have a feeling it’s not going to rain tonight. I have a feeling the clouds won’t even gather as much as they have been. Maybe they’ve been called to a convention in Amarillo. Who knows. What do clouds do when they’re not hanging out around here?