I have published other’s photos on the blog, but these are my personal favorites, shot by me, and my reasons why. Each one of these captured a particular moment in time—a bit of magic I couldn’t have planned for—the proverbial “being in the right place at the right time.”
1. This is Taos Pueblo on New Year’s Day, just as the sun was about to rise above the mountains, a crescent moon still in the sky, and snow on the ground. It was minus 10 degrees and I was there to watch a friend’s brother dance. I was invited into her ancestral home, there in the pueblo, to partake in the feast commemorating that day. I love the mystical energy of this shot and the memories it brings to mind.
2. From time to time my neighbors lease their pastureland to others for grazing. This little group was made up of three red mares and their three red colts. I woke every single day to the young one’s antics. They would play and gallop and eat and finally collapse in the grass and fall sound asleep, until they would wake up and start all over again. I didn’t realize at that time that my camera has a video function. It’s one of my keen regrets that I didn’t video the joy I was privileged to witness every day, but I have some great stills. This one is my favorite.
3. This is Alavaro Cardona-Hine standing in front of one of his paintings. He is a very good friend and a brilliant artist. I feel this precise moment captured something of Alvaro and his work—a kind of blending of the two—illustrating that the man and his work are one.
4. This was such an amazing moment. I’d been out walking with the dogs, out on the land grant where the mountain is not always in view. I stepped out onto my open land, looked up, and saw this remarkable cloud. It, literally, stopped me in my tracks and I exclaimed out loud. It hovered there in the sky, changing shape only slightly, for the rest of the afternoon and was still there at sunset.
5. I took this shot not long after I received my camera as a gift. This is back when Anna and my gallery was still in the old adobe church across from Hand Artes Gallery (see previous post The Old Adobe Church, the Wolf and Survival). It was my day to sit the gallery, a day in early spring. I’d just lit the fire and stepped outside to watch a storm coming in over the pastures and this is what greeted me. I did no Photoshopping at all. This is simply what the day offered.
Love to you all,