Springtime in the Rockies, as the saying goes. I even let us run out of wood, because I thought the warm weather would last. What you’re looking at here is an all-too typical early May afternoon at 7,000 feet, about forty-one degrees when I shot this image of Taos Mountain in between snow squalls. That’s right. Yesterday saw some kind of crazy weather business, with periods of blazing sun and clear blue sky alternating with forty-five miles per hour winds and horizontal “corn snow” (graupel or pellet snow) that coated the ground, for the most part. It was still too warm for it to stay there very long before melting, but the view out my window was pretty horrible if you’re the kind of person who thinks May means dancing naked in the back forty. It was all profoundly disturbing, to tell the truth. Unsettling, hard on the emotions, even as it was exciting.
(And it was!)
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