Archive | July 2015


I’ve decided to take a break from wildlife for the day.  I’m not burned out with wildlife.  No, not by any means.  Been kind of wondering if I should just focus on photographing that and landscapes, but I digress.  Today, I was just really in need of a bit of stillness.

I love wildlife, but wildlife moves.  Life moves…constantly. Sometimes, it moves like a freight train. At those times, I just need stillness.  Nothing that moves….unless it by the grace of wind.  Just stillness.  That is why I chose these pictures.

I’ve been trying to master the art of long exposure.  I may not have the skills for that, but I’m trying.  These were an attempt at that.  I think that they pretty much just turned out like good old fashion, regular exposure, but I like them just the same.

When I look at them, they have an eerie kind of stillness.  At least I think.  It was a chilly, foggy morning.  The misty smoke coming up off the water and the way that the sun was reflecting off of it….I love that.  It made me just want to grab a blanket and a steaming hot cup of cocoa in my favorite mug, sit down on the dirty old log, and just disappear for a bit.  I guess that goes without saying, though.  It’s kind of who I am.

Anyway,  I hope you find these pictures as beautiful as I intended (or at least worth looking at) and that you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
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Montana Rose Photography

What’s that?

It’s a bird. It’s a  plane….no, it’s a moose behind a tree.  My last moose post didn’t do as well, but I’m hoping it was just because it got over looked. I say this, because I’ve got a few more moose post to come. I like my moose, but I know they’re not for everyone. With that,  today’s will be a short word post and now I will close.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.SONY DSC



Live, Laugh, Love, and let it ride.

Montana Rose Photograhy

Give me a home

Where the buffalo roam and the dear and the antelope play.  I’m going to credit Gene Autry for getting that song stuck in my head.  There were many that have done it, but I’m sure he is the first person that I heard sing it (even if he was not the first to actually sing it).

I had heard rumors of buffalo blocking traffic in states like Wyoming and Montana, but I’m a “Got to see it to believe it” kind of girl.  I not only got to see it, I got to sit there while they hogged the road.  It was awesome,  I’m not going to lie.  Clearly the Wyomians are used to this as they were impatiently zooming around stopped traffic, just pushing the buffalo out-of-the-way to get them to move.  At least a couple of people were.  Sucks for them.

SONY DSCI mean, I’m sure that this is second nature to them and that they had somewhere they needed to be.  I get that, I really do.  Still, the older I get the more that I realize we really, really just rush around way too much in life.  Even the things that are second nature should sometimes just be enjoyed for the minor inconviences that may be, like having to wait for buffalo to get out of the road (or more frequently in my life, the goose brigade).   Kind of like that Tim McGraw song, “Live Like You were Dying”.

I could go into cliché mode and talk about how short life is, but we know that.  I could talk about how we could be gone at the drop of a dime, but we know that.  How we need to do this and do that, but truth is….we know that.  What we forget….sometimes we really need to just sit back and take watch the buffalo cross the road. I mean, to me, no matter what we have to rush off to…well, unless it is a wife, husband, child, significant other, parent, grandparent,  it is rarely is going to be as important.  At least rarely as important as the things we’re going to wish we had done while we still had the chance.  I mean after all, the things that we tend to rush around for….they’re not really the things we should be worrying about as a priority.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Meeting of the Bucks

DSC_0364A pile of out-state-plates lined both sides of the busy road.  I knew there was something to see.  I do not tend to follow the masses, but when there is wildlife at stake….well, I tend to at least see how close to the edge the crowd is standing. 

There started out only being a few pairs of horns.  Standing on a hill and minding their own.  Just grazing away. 
DSC_0294I’m still not sure what I think of elk.  They’re an interesting set of creatures.  I’ve just never really given them much thought.  I believe I said in another post, I guess I just never really thought I’d ever see anything of the sort.  Taking spontaneous trips has its perks. 

As these three stood there, their demeanor changed and eventually the started heading down the field at a rapid pace.  About the same time a baby antelope walked onto the field.  He is not pictured and he may have been deer.  I was looking at pictures and it appears that baby antelopes look a bit like baby deer.  He was just as fast as either.  Antelope had graced most of my remaining drive through those Wyoming back roads.  Fast little devils they are.  Anyway….as the three  boys made their way down the hill.  A mass compilation of horns came out of the woods.  (The pictures are a bit misleading, but I assure you that the majority of them had horns. Some much bigger than others).

DSC_0336  DSC_0344I am not sure if it was some territorial dispute.  Boys being boys or what was going on, but two of the biggest horns from both sides locked horns a couple of times. Unfortunately, those pictures didn’t come out as well.  The only thing that is worse than my ability to manual focus under stress is my ability to see well enough to manual focus when it starts getting dark.  Consequences of sitting to close to the TV or getting old….whichever. 

I did get some shots worth sharing. I hope you think so too.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Little Black Bear

SONY DSCLittle black bear hiding in the trees and playing in the leaves.  So many times I drove up this mountain looking for thee.  Four or five time it seems. Until a mass of cars found you for me.

That is not an exaggeration. Just a poetic way of saying I spent forever trying to find this little guy.  I was just about to give up when I convinced myself to make one more trek up the mountain.  I didn’t actually mind the drive up…I was starting to, but it was the way down that was really getting to me.  I’m glad that I did or I would have missed him.

SONY DSC I was down near the bottom of this mountain pass harassing some female moose and their offspring.  This stranger stopped and asked me if I had seen the little black bear cub off in the ravine playing with the flowers.  I was like,  “No way! Shut up!”  He laughed and told me where to find the little guy. I thanked him and he was off on his way.  The zone and I made our way back up the mountain.  Drove to the top. No little black bear cub.  We made our way back down.  No little black bear cub.

We drove back up and  down this mountain at least four or five times before I had reached my limitation of driving this mountain road.  It was high altitude and winding roads and the others driving it….well, they were not as cautious as me. When we reached the bottom one last time, I just couldn’t bring myself to leave. I wanted to see this little black bear cub.  We made our way back up to the top one last time.  No little black bear cub.

As we headed back down, there was line of cars stopped and blocking my passage way.  I was learning relatively quickly that if there was a pile of out-of-state plates stopped along the side of the road then there was something worth seeing.

As I put the car in park and got out, a woman stuck her head out of her car window and confirmed that the little black bear cub was hiding in the leaves.  Another woman glared at me.  I’m not sure why. I think she thought that I was trying to take her photographic moments. This was the third time we had run into each other and she was less than happy each time.  I just let her have it.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had been stalking this bear cub for the last 45 minutes.  I just made my way to a good standing destination and tried to get some good shots.

SONY DSCHe was deep in the trees and I so badly wanted to maneuver myself to a better viewing point, but there was a line full of cars and I knew that there also had to be a mama bear lurking off in the distance.  With that said, I should mention that yes, I am the fool that tends to see how close she can get, but by no means am I stupid.  I know the dangers of wildlife…of bears, moose, wolves, coyotes, etc.  I know that you never mess with a bear and certainly never mess with a mama bear. I do, but I also dare to test the boundaries.  Throw caution to the wind while holding tight to the rope.  This means that as foolish as I am, my foolishness is limited. A fool tests the boundaries, an idiot tends to just cross with no regard.  So, for the concerned at heart…I rarely, rarely cross the line.

In this particular case, I also knew that if I attempted to get closer that there would be at least two other people who would think that they could too.  This would lead to a third person and a fourth person and a fifth and so on.  Then not only is my moment ruined, but that boundary line just got a lot closer to my feet.   I just stood where I could and attempted to get the best shots that I could. Thank goodness for a 70-300 lens and a Sony with three batteries.  The quality may not be as good as my Nikon, but I had to work with what I had.

SONY DSCNot sure where mama bear was, but I do thank her for letting me take some pics of her little one.  I’m guessing had she wanted to…that moment would have ended mighty quickly as there were several of us out of our cars at that point.  It made it totally worth the blocking traffic, the dirty looks, and the driving up and down that mountain for 45 minutes looking for that little black bear cub.

SONY DSCSONY DSCHave a beautiful today and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Little Brown Bear

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As he walked across the street, I remember saying out loud, “That is a really big raccoon.”  Even saying it now sounds foolish.  I think a part of me knew that it wasn’t a raccoon, but where I come from….there are just some things you don’t see.

When I got closer, I started smacking the passenger seat shouting, “it’s a bear…it’s a bear…it’s a bear”.  The zone was not impressed.  She looked out the window and her curiosity did heightened just a tad, but there was a barrier between her and him.  Let’s just say that she didn’t care near as much as I did.

DSC_0166 (5)I pulled over as far as I could so I could get a picture.  This decision….well, it was not one of smartest moves I’ve ever made.  Not because of the bear.  When it comes to wildlife like this, I’m a little bit more fearless than what I should be.  No,  it wasn’t smart because where I chose to stop.  I mean after all, I was in the mountains rounding a curve and there wasn’t any real place to pull over.  Had someone come flying around that curve…well, it could have ended badly.  Luckily, the powers that be were on my side.  Especially, since I was bound and determined to get that picture.  I’d been waiting a long, long time for an opportunity like this.

Years ago, a couple of friends and I went to the great Smoky Mountains.  As her and I were hiking, my other friend stayed back at the car (he couldn’t hike as far as we could and we were chasing waterfalls).  While there, he had struck up conversation with another hiker who told him about the bear he had seen earlier that morning.  I was jealous, I wanted a picture of a bear….no, I wanted to take a picture of a bear.

I wanted to see it in its natural habitat not locked up in a concrete enclosure (we had seen that on one of our expeditions to the North Carolina side.  It was heartbreaking).  I wanted to see a real life bear.  Close up.  Wild and free.  Now yes…bears are dangerous and you should be careful.  Wildlife is unpredictable.  I know all this and I’m not completely daring, but I am the fool that will see how close she can get.  Do not try this at home.

DSC_0160 (5)Anyway, back to the point and my little brown bear.  Ever since that day in Tennessee, being able to take my own picture of a bear has been on my bucket list.  So, when I saw this little guy walking across the road and realized that it was not a raccoon….I was like a kid in a candy store.  Absolutely ecstatic.

By the time I got situated and out of my car, he was already off and down the hill and on his way.  Thank the man for who invented amazing lenses and the bear’s curiosity.  Not only did I get pictures of a little brown bear….later in my trip, I’d meet another baby too.
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Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

The Old Barn

DSC_0079 (2)-2Which has most likely been restored.  I know over time all historical sites will have to commence in some type of restoration, but just the same.

This old barn sits upon the same homestead as the little pink house and old log cabin.  There is actually a bigger barn on the land as well.  That barn is apparently what attracts the tourist, but it was undergoing “restoration” so there were workers all over the place and I was unable to get a good shot that I liked.  At least any good shots that I liked that didn’t have hard hats gracing the scenery.  Not that I have anything against photographing people, but just the same.

This barn actually sits a little further down from the main homestead so it was a bit of walk. Completely worth it.  Like the guy from Chicago said, it was one of the few things worth photographing.  His words not mine, I found all kinds of things worth photographing on this old homestead.  This barn, though, it was probably my favorite.  Hope you like it too.DSC_0101 (2)-2DSC_0091 (4)-2DSC_0081 (2)-2DSC_0172 (2)DSC_0164 (2)

Have a beautiful today and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Close Proximity

DSC_0531-2 This old log cabin looking thing sits on the same property of that little pink house that I wrote about yesterday.  I’m quite into old log cabins, old…well just about anything really, and I just really loved the way it was just sitting there.  Blue sky, white puffy clouds, and a backdrop of mountains.  A little cliché, but still picture perfect.  So maybe it was that or maybe it is that I dream of owning something like this one day.  Either way, I had some trouble tearing myself away at first.  You know…trying to get that perfect shot.
DSC_0550The funny thing is as I was trying to think of titles for today’s blog, I was totally picturing this as having some gory background.  That is just the horror movie buff in me, though.  I’ve seen a lot of horror movies where this IS that creepy old building.  I highly doubt that this one WAS a shop or horrors or at least in a horror movie kind of way.  Too close to the main house really. Plus, I just really have an over active imagination sometimes.
DSC_0567This little cabin thing could have been any number of things really.  Guest cottage.  Work area.  Taxidermy shop. Servant quarters. Original homestead.  Who knows.  What I do know….It was just as pretty sitting there on that wide open land with the blue sky above and the mountains gracing the background as that little pink house was.   Hope you think so too.
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Little Pink Houses

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Okay….so, it is only one pink house and I don’t know if I would call it little. I mean I guess it is in comparison to a lot of houses.  Just saying little pink house, made me think of that song by John Cougar Mellencamp…John Cougar…John Mellencamp….whatever it is he goes by these days.  Anyway, since I was singing it in my head….”little pink houses for you and me,” it seemed like a good title.

DSC_0020 (2)-2This is an old historical site where I visited. I don’t remember the exact name and I’ll be honest…I’m being a little lazy and it will required an internet search.  The name of the road is on my map, but the not the name of the homestead.  It was good for what it was.  I agree with the gentleman from Chicago, that I spoke to in passing, I don’t see what the big deal is….but apparently it is quite the touristy site.  I don’t know about touristy, but it was a good site for some photography.  I like the little pink house against the blueness of the sky. I hope you do too.

Have a beautiful day.

Montana Rose Photography