One of the fundamentals of photography is the realization that we are painting with light. Our brush is our camera, and the oils are the rays of the sun. Nowhere is this more evident than in Santa Fe, where I was happily visiting last January with my husband, Ellis. Every day seemed to be a gift of light. Visiting the Taos Pueblo I found the local church with the crosses etched against the crystal blue sky. The contrasts were inspiring, as I’m sure they were meant to be. The light seemed to be literally bouncing off the rooftops, making the sky the deepest blue possible.