Growing up in New Mexico makes a girl tough, adventurous – and completely feminine. I recently saw myself in two sisters: Vivien McCullough, 4, (above, left) and Audrey McCullough, 2. They were on an afternoon adventure to the Navajo Nation with their grandfather, mom and dad. Family friends were sheering sheep, but that mesa-top tale is for another day. The girls had dressed themselves, explained their mother, Anais Chakerian.
The two wore dress shoes because sandals were the alternative. Yes, thinking back to my cactus discovery at the same age, buckled shoes with sturdy soles were a good choice. I, at age 28, chose to wear jeans and hiking shoes for the trek. After soaking in the girls' sense of discovery – the sandstone crevices that trap rain, the baby sheep that were born the night before, the water that hid in an underground cave – I thought, "Silly me. I should have worn a dress."
(Published as "Viewfinder: Ascent of a woman," a photo column in the Albuquerque Tribune, June 4, 2007.)
