There is something different about New Mexico, and it’s reflected its sky – the one thing that’s both constant and ever-changing. Every hour of every day the sky exhibits distinct shapes and colors, but it remains equally immense, overwhelming and fascinating. As Georgia O’Keeffe said of New Mexico: “There’s something in the air that’s different. The sky is different; the stars are different; the wind is different.”

All of these photographs were taken in the village of San Cristobal, some 11 miles north of Taos. Many of them were taken from the road leading up to D.H. Lawrence’s old ranch, where I often went running in the evenings. The road afforded a vast view of the heavens, stretching from one horizon to the other, and it never ceased to amaze me. On my final evening there, I found myself slowing to a reverential walk, better to appreciate the spectacle that, it seemed, was revealing itself just for me.