One of the most memorable aspects of our tour through the southwest was the intense cloud formations we experienced and the breathtaking landscape views, which were occasionally dotted by a dilapidated building off in the distance or a two-pronged antelope darting over the road.
I’d be remiss not to mention the most beautiful discovery of all, which was the people – from Leroy Simmons, the sage 72-year-old ironsmith from Mountainair, New Mexico, to the curio shopkeeper in Fort Davis, Texas, with whom we spoke in what felt like harmonics. And of course there was David and Wilma in Taos, who treated us to David’s casita and an all-wheel drive along the Rio Grande Gorge.
There was no more beautiful soul during the trip than my travel companion, whose physical beauty was accentuated in the late-afternoon light or when posed against some rugged backdrop we’d stumbled upon. I’ve sprinkled a couple of Barbara images into the mix, which also features the local colors of Taos Pueblo.