I’m having a tough time staying present because Thursday I’m off to Santa Fe and Taos with my Mom. It is her maiden voyage and I have faith in that she will be completely overtaken in splendor.
My first item of business is a prickly-pear margarita at The Shed, the magenta-colored one I’ve been thinking about since my last trip in 2013. And the stuffed tempura-fried squash blossoms at La Fonda.
And then… nothing but good art! I have a pile of artists’ cards from last time and I’m really excited to see some again. And there are new artists I’ve discovered through social media… and a whole week to adventure without commitments!
I travel alone often so I can indulge my acute case of incurable wanderlust. I disappear into new places and, more often than not, become hypnotized and aimless. I sleepwalk, which is when my images find me.
I was on a solo walk with camera in Taos, NM this summer, wandering about in the last minutes of streaking golden sun, when this man called me over from his porch. He offered that I may wander around his yard and take pictures if I’d like. And he told me about his porch. And how he sits on it every day. And he was very proud of his house and that he deserves to sit on his porch every day. And I noticed that he spoke in “I,” even though he wasn’t alone.
The other day I came across a Diane Arbus quote I really loved because it pointed me to the root of my drive, which I hadn’t really thought of, particularly not in this raw and primitive way. She was a sleepwalker.
“I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them.” -Diane Arbus