Impermanence is the stuff of life, which by its very definition is change.  Nature reminds us of this each time we transition from one season into the other.  We readily accept the golden aspen leaves of autumn, the apple blossoms in spring, the crisp frosty mornings of winter, yet fight change in the most common everyday, sometimes insignificant areas of our life.  But it still happens, just as life does. Animals seem to be so much more...

  The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of the wood, have seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go, and so many generations pass into silence, that we may well wonder what “the story of the trees” would be to us if they had tongues to tell it, or we ears fine enough to understand.  ~Author Unknown, Thank you, God, for the trees still standing, and for the seeds of new growth. (for our beloved...

Each fall and winter when the cottonwood trees turn brilliant gold and the marshes and grasses take on orange and russet hues, visitors and hoards of photographers armed with massive lenses descend on Bosque del Apache to witness and document the riotous arrival of the Snow Geese and Sandhill Cranes who spend the winter in this precious wildlife refuge. The Festival of the Cranes is held annually in November and there is a steady stream of...

    Announcing the release of a Limited Edition Fine Art Print of “A Congress of Cranes”.   It has just returned from a national juried photography exhibition. The print measures 16″ X 28″ on fine art baryta paper and can be purchased online via credit card here, A Congress of Cranes, or by contacting the photographer directly, ohk@valornet.com Only twenty (20) will be released and will be available only until...

I fell in love with Bosque del Apache in the middle of a bleak and windy winter.  Despite living in New Mexico for thirty years, I had never taken the time to visit there until this year.  The joy and the happiness of the birds who winter there is magical, and the hues of gold, sienna, amber and rust just warm the soul. It’s a place to rest, to reminisce and to cherish your kinship with Nature. I will go back . . . many, many more...

    I have been travelling to Bonito Lake  in southern New Mexico  for the past thirty years and since I now live about only ten miles away, I explore the nooks and crannies of this area quite frequently, especially in the non-tourist season.   This charming house still catches my eye.  I used to think it would be wonderful to live in a place where you had to across a bridge that spanned an erratic stream to go home. I guess it...