This is Connie’s shadow, but for some reason–perhaps because we were near her stomping grounds–it has me thinking of Georgia O’Keefe. Oh, maybe this is why:
I was playing around with an antique/grunge look on this image. I kind of like it although the effect comes across a bit gimmicky to me. While I took this photo in New Mexico it occurred to me I could have taken one like it in any of the states I passed through on this trip: Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Utah, and Idaho. In fact a posted a quite similar one from Wyoming a couple of weeks ago. Lots of places out here in the West look like the middle of nowhere. I’m dedicating this photo to my nephew Daniel who has been there of late, much to his dislike.
Besides the general sweeping geometry of the view down this alley, I like the way the shadow from the wall on the left of the photo lines up almost perfectly with the bottom of the wall on the right. Why is that important? It’s not, it’s just one of those things I tend to notice and enjoy in some odd way. Or, maybe it has some astronomical significance, like the rising sun shining through a slit and falling on a particular stone at an Irish megalith only on the day of the equinox.
A week ago when we visited Taos Pueblo it was pleasantly calm, warm and sunny; a good day for some of the locals to sit outside and watch us tourists. Today at our house here in Montana it’s 19 degrees and windy with six inches of new snow on the ground and more coming down. I think we might have left Taos a bit too soon.
This view shows a traditional horno (beehive shaped oven) in front of the pueblo. (I’m not sure what that buttress like thing is sticking against the back of the horno–that’s not typical.) Hornos are everywhere in the Taos area. Lots of people have them in their backyard, some for show but many are actually used to bake bread.
When I lived in Tucson many years ago I got interested in adobe buildings and made my own horno in the backyard of the place I was renting. I never did bake anything in it though. Later when I bought my own little adobe home, I added onto it using traditional adobe building techniques. I had a truckload of dirt hauled in, built a brick form, made a big mud pit and molded and sun-dried my own bricks. Some friends from graduate school (a few who are POTD readers) helped me on the project, stacking bricks, plastering, and painting. At least for me it was a welcome diversion from all that studying. I went by the house the last time I was in Tucson and the addition was still standing after all these years, so I guess we did a decent job.
Originally the only way to enter any of the rooms in the pueblo was through a hatch in the ceiling. The windows were quite small too, as they still are. This was all done for security purposes I believe. Even with all famous bright sunlight of northern New Mexico, those rooms must have been quite dark inside. If it were me, I would have spent most of the time outside, except in really bad weather.