The height of the muddy Rio Grande was flowing high due to the rapid snow melt occurring in Colorado's Rocky Mountains.
The leaves from the trees and bushes were unfolding now in full force.
Abandoned Homesteads and Ranches showed us how things can quickly change and deteriorate in just a short amount of time.
I sensed ghosts peering out of windows who once offered fresh brewed coffee to their visitors.
The wind can be very powerful in this region. Dust storms sweep the scape clean... resetting the land for a brand new season.
Windmills, however, are not designated as museum pieces... but are often quite functional whose tanks sometimes hold pleasant surprises.
There were at least a dozen koi fish that swam to the surface to play with our fingers.
The fish service the tank by keeping the algae from overgrowing.
Who needs a trail when you can walk and easily navigate in a meandering wash.
In this drainage we found old broken pottery probably from the Pueblo Indians.
The cows even had this toy out in the desert that was some version of a salt lick... but its contents looked like molasses.
The abundant deer out here certainly have it good.