Once again when I was in town for the 105th annual celebration, I was struck by the incredible beauty of northern New Mexico. New Mexico is crawling with artists, most of whom can’t make a living at it (and a fortunate few who make a fabulous living).
But then I thought, ‘How can you live here and not be an artist?’ This time I stayed in a little old adobe house (because Miss P had to come along). I could see this old truck and the landmark out the back door. I was fascinated by the way the light changed. Of course in the harsh light of mid-day things look flat and unimpressive, but in the light of the evening, everything looks magical.
And the quality of light changes quickly, you have to grab it as soon as you see it.
This last shot is a rare sunrise view. (It’s rare because I don’t do sunrise as a rule!) And of course besides these pictures, there were the views I saw when I was driving around, although it is usually quite possible to just stop in the middle of the street ;-), there’s not much traffic. (And I possibly need a new camera.)