I was in Santa Fe at a photo workshop. At the end of each day I would rush out to the hills (or are they called buttes?) to try to get some kind of picture in the remaining hour of light. Once again a bird flew by and gave me this opportunity. The flat hills fading away in the dusk were pretty cool themselves but the addition of the bird gave it life and made it much more compelling to me.
Another scene on Lake Waughop next to my home on an early Saturday morning. I can never get goosed enough I guess :)
Same lake, different day. That's snow coming down, not dust on my lens. Of course if I have to explain that, then it's probably not that great of a picture. :)
So if you had to vote would it be bird number 1,2 or 3?