This one is a little similar to the one that I posted yesterday, but it seemed like a good one to post. The clouds are more ample. The sky a little less blue. Maybe little bit more peaceful. I will probably go back to Assateague Island pictures tomorrow or not. I’m undecided.
Until then, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
I am not even sure that this picture is the right one to post. I want a perfect picture, but I realize that none may do the moment justice.
I woke up this morning to bad news. Someone I knew long ago passed away this week. An old co-worker. One of the few that I would consider a friend, but I probably do not have the right to call her that. Those times I was a different person. Hateful and bitter. She was always kind and generous, I did not always return that. We lost touch when I left that job. I had her email, but it got lost and never used. We can’t go back and I will not make excuses.
I do not know where my afterlife belief rest. I do know where hers did. Go rest high on that mountain, my friend. May your true friends and loved ones find peace.
Awe the smell of sulfur. Nothing more pleasant…right. I can actually think of a lot of things more pleasant, but the pretty blue water that allows you to see as far as your eyes (and position) will allow you…well, that made up for it. Kind of. After a while, I didn’t even notice the smell anymore. Actually, that is not true. It did become less potent, though.
These little guys were by Old Faithful. I can’t remember what they were called exactly. I did attempt to look them up, but I couldn’t find any that were ringing a bell. Anyway, they were beautiful and smelly. Isn’t that just the way it goes sometimes?
Not much remained. Patches of grass gracing the muddy land. Skeletons of trees long fallen and gone. The fog settled in nicely. Finding itself a perfect home. A place where the eerie silence offers peace and yet allows for a disconcerting chill. A haunting vibe of what once was. Not much remained on this land. Even the ravens have long moved on. Not much remained. Nothing more than the ghosts of those long-lost and gone.
The remnants of my brain. It is amazing sometimes what is hidden there. This picture…it’s actually from Yellowstone. An area around Old Faithful….Old faithful. Yeah. That story is still yet to come.
There use to be four, now there are only three. Sporadically placed around the pond. They use to be weathered brown like old barn wood. Now they sit a rushed, one layer of white.
I’m not sure that the old weathered brown would have done this picture justice. I’m not sure if this picture does itself justice. I probably should have cleaned up the metal and made the bench look like it had been painted correctly or at least that time had been taken, but alas I did not. I like the picture the way it is. I hope you do too.
With slobber on her nose and her snout in mid sniff, this is what happens when I snap pictures of the zone. At least she is looking at me. She’s catching on to the whole camera thing and, like the one before her, she tends to look away or run.
The zone and I took an early morning walk. We do most days, but as I start work at six…well, the sun is usually not out yet. The weekends, they vary and this weekend has been a lot less productive than what I had planned. With that said, we got a late start yesterday and I wasn’t as motivated. This morning, though, we made it out relatively early.
With that said, I was a little bit more on the motivated side to take the camera with me. It was early enough that there were not a lot of other dogs around. There were not a lot of people to interfere with my shots. It was peaceful and quiet so I didn’t have to worry about whether or not the zone was going to take off running or pull on her leash. We took our time and made the best of it.
At this point, most of the trees around here are bare or most bare. There are a few that still have ample amounts of leaves on them. They are quite colorful and I loved the way the sun looked beaming through them. I’m not sure that they came out exactly as I had planned, but I do like them. I hope you do too.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow. Montana Rose Photography