Tiana had the opportunity to go to Santa Fe for work...and she also had the opportunity to invite me. I've always wanted to visit there, I've heard amazing things about the energy, the spirituality, and the physical beauty- all of which I found to be true. There are more of these photos on a wayward roll of film, which I will post once I...uh...find it. My Canon Rebel mysteriously quit working when I arrived (altitude? Is that even possible?) and my wide angle lens on my OTHER canon wasn't compatible with Tia's Canon. Stuck in SANTA FE with a friend who's willing to be nude in public, without a wide angle lens OR a camera that I'm familiar with? Oh HELL no.
So, this was a wonderful excuse for my to run around various camera shops in the plaza spending wads of cash on wide angle lenses and a new Nikon. HEH HEHE HE HAAAAAAAa. Aaaaaahhhhhit felt so good. My Rebel started working again when I got home. I'm sure as fuck glad I decided to break for a while in Arizona. Tia has a Lens Baby for her digital Nikon, which worked with mine. I was in heeeaaaaven.
HEAVEN!!
As soon as we possibly could she and I were off in the rental car, getting lost in the mountains, and looking for places to take our shirts off for arts sake. Tia took some beautiful film of me running around nude in the shrubbery, which, with her permission, I'll post as soon as I can. Here are some of my favorites:
This used to be a Polaroid of a fence. Oh, you Impossible Project Silver Shade, whatever will I do with you but stare in wonder.
We stopped at the mineral baths. Well, not this one. For some reason they told us that this one wasn't functional anymore. I don't get it.
Gratuitous mineral bath boob shot.
In all seriousness, the baths are amazing. Hard to believe it comes out of the ground at 100 degrees all by itself magical healing self. It was a day of floating meditation, whimsy, and cloud gazing.
Tia looking beautiful in the sun. We parked the rental car in with a rape-escape distance. After the first pick up truck full of dudes went by during one of our pants down shots- and we had to bolt to the ride with a bundle of clothes in hand-we realized that, having driven an hour into the middle of nowhere, alone, without telling anyone, that we'd kind of set ourselves up for some hardcore CSI Miami shit. We then took the necessary precautions. Seriously. If Tia reached her left hand out in this photo, she’d be able to touch the running economy vehicle.
We felt more comfortable being naked the closer we got to signs of urbanity.... you know, people who could hear us scream. Listen, it didn't help that we saw a government printed sign pointing into the mountains that said "WHO KILLED KAREN" during our drive through the mountains. I mean, wtf?
This two are just both so gorgeous. I couldn't decide. That grass looked EXACTLY like that in the sun. Like molten silver.
Wheeeee!!
Lens Baby!
Tiana Hunter: Photographess, Nerd, Supermodel.
This is what cow pictures would look like if the people who photographed them were the same people who photographed airplane food in the 70's.
Picture of you taking a picture of me! It HASN'T gotten old yet!
This is a picture of my muppet face. Muppety.
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