Yang: A Pictorial Memory Journey

Gladiolus by Elena Yang. Photo by Elena Yang
 
Story, Art and Photography by
ELENA YANG
Los Alamos

In this penultimate post…at least till spring of 2017, I want to share with you some of my photographic memories of this part of the world.

Photo by Elena Yang

I am not a morning person by nature, and so whenever I catch spectacular sunrises, they’re all the more special to me.
The dramatic sky in the southwest desert is almost a weekly event, sometimes daily. I must have accumulated hundreds of shots in my files.

Photo by Elena Yang

And the clouds. The Clouds! I learned about “mammatus” in this part of world, and cannot get enough of them. I await the experience of capturing one during sunset, with the wildly vivid colors reflecting on them…someday.  (cloud shot).

Photo by Elena Yang

Photo by Elena Yang

My painting career has really taken off since I moved to Los Alamos 2002.  I have since exhibited a few times and sold a few paintings.  (landscape, flower, fusion). And this year, I started the exercise of painting left-handed, using my non-dominant hand that might have been my dominant hand.  

Photo by Elena Yang

We created a backyard where colors, fruit, and wild life are the themes; it’s given us so much pleasure.  

Photo by Elena Yang

And now that I have overcome my reptile phobia (my high school biology text book had a centerfold of snakes; I glued the pages), I actually find some pleasure in encountering them. They are certainly fascinating.  

Photo by Elena Yang

The typical vivid mixture of colors in autumn in the East is a fond memory. Yet, after living in the southwest high desert for a while, I have come to welcome with joy the yellowing aspens every autumn. Occasionally orange and red are mixed in, but yellow is the dominant color. When the breeze ripples through the aspen leaves, they do sound like gold coins. I think the yellow aspens (and cottonwood) reflect the quieter atmosphere in this corner of the world because we don’t get much traffic congestion. Even during the peak of the season, when everyone wants to catch the beautiful views, the traffic is nowhere comparable to that endured on the east coast.

Photo by Elena Yang

The ski resort that’s only a 25-minute drive from door to door is great, but what’s even greater is that Pajarito Mountain offers quite challenging runs, even mentioned two years ago by National Geographic. I improved my skills here, and my son got his ski patroller certificate at age 14. I swear you never see unhappy people on ski hills.

Of course, there are more, but these few immediately come to my mind.

Till next time, Staying Sane and Charging Ahead.
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