Oh my God, it’s happening to her!
I wonder if she’s noticed? I certainly have. The bracelets and the flattened, windblown hair. The animal sightings and the quiet deep, the suntan, the tapered slender legs of pure muscle that belie any protestation of weakness or uncertainty. It’s that Taos thing that works for certain women after prolonged exposure to organic salads, handmade jewelry, and the power of nature in the terrible beauty of the witchy Southwest. There’s so much female energy here, anyway. I know it makes them members of a secret tribe, you feel it all the time. No telling her she’s going native, though (I wouldn’t dare). She’d only glare in denial, give a contempuous, piercing shriek, and roll her eyes — but that’s just another sign!
I can’t get away with anything. She makes me let go to catch up.
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Wow! Again, I hope you intend to put the new thunderstorm pic that’s on the blog page onto the fotofeed at some point. Amazing! What planet do you live on?
Another thing I’ve noticed about Taos Women is that they usually drop some pretense and let their hair go naturally, beautifully gray. My wife has alread adopted that part in hopes for a future in Taos, someday.
A few sunset images do have slightly more saturation & contrast than the real thing, a result of how the camera (Pentax *istDs) handles low-light situations. The current header image is a bit more yellow than I remember the actual scene (last night), for example, but I assure you it’s only a matter of degree. I have another couple of shots lined up for FotoFeed that are even more dramatic…
My wife still colors her hair, but anything is possible.