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#103: On the road to Taos, New Mexico

November 11, 2009

On the road to Taos, inside Carson National Forest

Now entering Taos.

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.

Perfect patina, sun bleached blue 1950's Dodge pickup.

In through the out door, Taos Pueblo

The Taos Pueblo, continuously inhabited by Native Americans for over 1,000 years.

Taos Pueblo, 1,000 years of home sweet home.

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.

A wise Pueblo pup, with stories in his eyes.

Mid-morning snooze.

Condos, circa the year 1000.

Pueblo Church

The stories and faces we came to know in Taos won’t soon be forgotten.

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8 Comments leave one →
  1. Katherine permalink
    November 11, 2009 8:53 am

    Amazing photos, what an inspirational place to be!

  2. November 11, 2009 5:13 pm

    LOVE LOVE LOVE your pics. SOOO jealous!! must go back ASAP.

  3. November 11, 2009 9:25 pm

    Top of the Mountain Baby

  4. jkl permalink
    November 12, 2009 11:33 am

    i didn’t realize pueblo architecture was so right up my weird little alley until now. thanks. the church pics you’ve got here and elsewhere are really wonderful.

  5. Alice permalink
    November 12, 2009 10:49 pm

    “(I should have been shooting film…*)”

    Why? So you wouldn’t have to delete the photo that you were asked not to take inside another person’s home?
    So many indigenous people have to sell their culture in order to survive. I think it’s the least that tourists can do to be respectful and try to be conscious of their own privilege.

    • indiansummervintage permalink*
      November 13, 2009 12:21 am

      Certainly no disrespect was meant. Certainly conscious of the privilege. The woman whose home the snapshot was taken in said that she actually didn’t mind one bit, but that she had to follow the rules of the Pueblo — I wasn’t aware of the rule at the time of the photo. Those that live on the Pueblo seemed very happy to share their crafts, stories, and homes. I think there is a difference between “selling” one’s culture, and “sharing.”

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