Working Artist on the High Road to Taos
This fear feels so old. Its birthing place nestled within the ancient history of man I’m thinking. We all must carry it, some sort of constantly on-guard defense system that will make us ready when the inevitable strike comes.
I know that in much of the country you’ve had more snow this winter than you can bear. But here in New Mexico we’ve been starved for it. We need snow each winter like a flower needs the sun and, finally, we’ve been getting it.
“I remember watching an infant, whose attention was utterly fixed on the sound and motion of leaves in the wind. Watching this child learn about the world, I was reminded to pay attention… ”
It occurred to me that photography is a way to share your life stories with me. So here is an invitation that I hope some of you will take me up on: I’d like you to send me photos of YOUR lives. A photo is worth a thousand words after all.
