One of the many blessings about working at Coronado Historic Site is watching how the seasons, light, weather, and even the time of day paint a different landscape of mountains and river.
Yesterday, we waited with a photographer to capture a magic time when the mountains are washed with the most amazing shade of salmon pink. It gave them their name, Sandias, or “watermelon”, in Spanish.
Jack Parson’s photographs will be published in El Palacio in an upcoming story. The picture I wanted to post? A string of twenty-thirty cranes migrating along the Rio Grande, against this backdrop. Their haunting cry as they fly overhead is something I will never forget.
Enjoy the beauty of New Mexico autumn!