ƒ/6.3, 1/30, ISO 6400

Low clouds blew through the sky at a fast pace last night, hugging the Sandias as they rolled over the crest. The cranes are still shy, especially in the looming darkness after sunset. They fly away as soon as I step out of the foliage onto the river.

ƒ/6.3, 1/30, ISO 6400
 

The Rio Grande is so low that a sad and lonely tumbleweed got stuck in the shallows unable to float downstream or roll with the current. 

ƒ/6.3, 1/125, ISO 1000
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 800
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/250, ISO 6400
 

As darkness fell, a half moon peeked through the clouds from time to time.

ƒ/4.0, 1/320, ISO 1600
 

ƒ/4.0, 1/100, ISO 6400
 

The moon slipped out from behind the clouds and got stuck in a tree.

ƒ/4.0, 1/15, ISO 6400