Raw, idiom: 14a. in the natural, uncultivated, or unrefined state: nature in the raw.
If you've not yet been over to the SFMoMA to catch the big Georgia O'Keeffe/Ansel Adams exhibit, you're running out of time. The exhibition closes September 7th, and it'll probably just get busier as the final date approaches. (Read: too many loud annoying people stampeding Red Cannas at once.)
Do yourselves a favor and roll over there some weekday to spend a few hours swimming in images of the American West. Get there in time for the free 2:30 film about O'Keeffe; then carry all that insider info upstairs, where you'll see a natural melding of the O'Keeffe/Adams styles and sensibilities unfold before you.
Georgia was such a badass. (That would be her checking you out on the bike at left, by the way.) You can't not want to be the woman. Iconoclastic, passionate, serious, intent, solitary, no-bullshit, mentored by and partnered with Alfred Stieglitz, but not above taking on a much younger lover very late in her life. Adams, too, of course; he of the striking Western panoramas, his photography the classic representation of Yosemite and the rest of the great American frontier. A great marriage of minds and artistic sensibilities.
Just go. It's a hot exhibit and it'll be awhile until we have another like this here in our own backyard. If you're not a member, I think you need to get timed tickets; go early to avoid the hordes.
Georgia O'Keeffe and Ansel Adams: Natural Affinities (SFMoMA)