As a writer, I'm fond of two eras, the 1960s and the 1940s. Writing about Taos County, however —north, south, east and west — if I say “the '60s,” some older timer than me may chortle: “Which '60s? 1800s or 1700s? More on that later, but meanwhile, this November is a photographer's dream time in Northern New Mexico. While my trek through El Prado, Arroyo Seco and Ski Valley rather confirmed that many eateries would be closed Thanksgiving Day, and the busy summer festivities in Taos County had apparently summoned the need to rest, I noticed, that this autumn seemed to summon up memories — times with family, times to remember, times to travel maybe, and even changing times.
Whether you're a resident of Taos County with deep roots to past generations, an astonished and appreciative “newbie,” or just passing through at this beautiful time of the year, you can't help but enjoy this place that reminds of the way things used to be. Colorful, latilla-fenced sites where those who've gone beyond are still remembered; adobe churches like Arroyo Seco's nearly-200-year-old La Santisima Trinidad and old homes made with real adobe bricks, doors painted some shade of blue; adobe-colored schools and businesses, narrow streets — some paved, some not. Point your camera at meadows carpeted with mustard-blossomed sage and streams that flow down from snow-melt to nourish the land. And who couldn't feel awe at the incredible light that flashes off the golden wind-chimes of autumn Aspen trees, and sings songs of remembrance through the branches of 500 year stands of Piñon trees, and the longing for spring or winter running streams lingering in the branches of the trees called Willow and Cottonwood.