Everything is looking bleached-out here, and I remember how, by contrast, colors seem to deepen in the heat of Santa Fe summers, becoming almost impossibly intense, drenched.
That same quality (like moving the "saturation" bar daringly over to the far right in Photoshop) is evident in this lush passage:
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”—Jack Kerouac, On the Road
images: Christie B. Cochrell, Santa Fe Colors
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