Monthly Archives: September 2019
There’s really just one thing of photographic interest in this tiny town – that old church building – and it’s been photographed within an inch of its life. I’ve posted a lot of images of it over the years, making me complicit in the crime of over-shooting.
The last time I was through town, I decided to do something completely unprecedented: I turned off the highway on the other whole side of town* from the church and made some photos. But then, the old place drew me in, and I walked down a dirt road for an unobstructed view. Like every other photographer who’s been here, I just can’t look away.
Taiban, New Mexico
*”Other whole side of town” = about two blocks.
Back in 2016, I took a photography class that I didn’t like. In fact, it would not be an exaggeration at all to say that I hated it, to the extent that I was ready to come home two days in. But I stuck it out, partly because I’m cheap and didn’t want to lose the money I’d already paid and mostly because the Patient Spouse talked me down off that particular cliff.
One day during that class, we went to an out-of-the-way inn to photograph models. And not just models, but nude models. It was about a million kinds of weird, on top of already hating the class. But the place we went was nice, a quiet and green oasis in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. I’d always wanted to go back, and over this past Labor Day weekend, I made it back there.
It was just as quiet and green as I remembered. And this time, everyone was clothed.
And this is the scene I saw every morning.
Pojoaque, New Mexico