#103: On the road to Taos, New Mexico
The colors of Taos will be in my mind’s eye for a very long time, and in my heart for longer. Sky as blue as the day is long. The sun ages everything so kindly, as if it knows that the things herein will be with us for eternity, from the Pueblo to the pickup trucks.
The Taos Pueblo, continuously inhabited by Native Americans for over 1,000 years.
Natives open up their homes as shops in each of these adobes, selling crafts that they make themselves. Handpainted pottery, wooden crafts, beaded and silver jewelry. Photography is not allowed inside, and I deleted my one photograph of the beautiful wooden ceilings at the request of a Native woman. (I should have been shooting film…*)
* and would have been, though they charge visitors variously per camera and my penny-pinchin’ tendencies often gets the best of me.
The stories and faces we came to know in Taos won’t soon be forgotten.