There’s a rhythm to winter in Taos — a hush that settles over the high desert before the next storm rolls in, a sparkle that follows when snow catches sunlight on adobe walls. It’s the season when this place feels most itself: elemental, creative, alive.
Here, beauty doesn’t compete — it converges. The sweep of a ski track mirrors a painter’s brushstroke; the rhythm of a drum echoes down from Taos Pueblo to Taos Plaza. Wander the galleries of Ledoux Street or the trails above the Rio Grande, and you’ll feel it — that quiet conversation between land and spirit, past and possibility.
What keeps us coming back — or lucky enough to stay — is that Taos never loses its mystery. It’s written into the landscape. Throughout the Enchanted Circle, every community hums with its own note: Taos Ski Valley calls to those who find freedom in flight and snow; Angel Fire glows with sunset embers; Red River sings with laughter on a winter night; Eagle Nest dreams beside its frozen lake; while Questa keeps the creative flame alive in the high desert wind.
This issue is a love letter to that rhythm — to the artists who turn light into color, to the chefs and mixologists who turn fire into flavor, to the travelers who come seeking something they can’t quite name. In these pages, may you find the spark that keeps Taos burning bright through the coldest months — long after you’ve gone home.
— Ellen Miller-Goins
