Elder

The Pow Wow at Taos Pueblo is a photographic feast imbued with ambivalence.  You are invited to attend and photograph (for a additional fee) but resented on some deep level.  Still the dances and native regalia are captivating.  Regalia, not costume, is the term used to describe the elaborate, painstakingly stitched attire that's all around you.  I found the duct tape repair to this old gentleman's trousers particularly poignant.

Hard Twist

Being an old f.64 maximum depth of field guy I too often neglect the virtues of shallow depth of field.  This old chestnut reminds me to get a little soft focus into the picture. I'd argue that the fuzzy cattle chute in the background enhances the image by concentrating attention on about eight inches of wiry sharpness.  This, by the way, is f5.0 the biggest aperture the slowish lens could muster.

Day into night

Traveling northwest through the South Plains of West Texas we traversed a hundred mile dust storm.  50 miles per hour gusts scoured brown Texas fields and turned day into an earthen night.  A graveyard of forgotten farm machinery posed before an apocalyptic sky recalling images of the dust bowl where whole towns were obscured by blowing dirt and parched by years of drought.

Spot Color

This junker looks rather monumental when shot from down low.  Got a thing for grills and chrome and fading paint.