I woke up for my first day in Taos and it was lightly snowing. It was the first day of the new millennium.   I set up my easel and made an oil of the plowed field with the Sangri de Christo Mountains in the distance. The snow did not bother me. It was right somehow. I needed to feel the place where I would be for some time. The feel of Taos had many facets. The colors would change and become brighter with the clear days to come but earth tones sufficed for this study.