This morning's run covered a stretch of the Santa Fe River along Upper Canyon Road, beginning at Alameda.
(high desert version of a) jungle, do like Bruce Springsteen said and go Down to the River.
I'm drawn to the intersection of nature and the industrial/antique. These gates divert water into the Acequia Madre.
A little further upstream, I came upon a raptor's nest, about three feet in diameter. No visible occupants.
. . . and made my way home across a dry, piñon-dotted ridge, not without ornaments of its own.