Archive | November 2015

Whitewatering it at the Falls

DSC_0017 (5)When I first pulled this picture up to edit, I didn’t realize that the kayakers were in it.  There is even one climbing the rocks.  Kind of wish I had been them.

I have quite the adventure and for someone that cannot swim very well, I love water sports; especially, whitewater.  Love, love, love the thrill of whitewatering it.  I’ve not had the opportunity to do that in a kayak yet, but it is on my to-do list.

I am not sure that I understand the thrill of the going nowhere whitewater kayaking, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I guess it is good practice and better than not doing it at all.  I’m also not quite sure this would qualify as whitewatering it as much as just rough waters, but I digress.

I actually played with this photo quite a bit in Photoshop. Still not quite sure whether or not I like it, but it definitely has more life than the original.  Unlike my weekend…I was pretty lazy.  Hopefully, next weekend will be better.

I’m not a black Friday shopper by any means. I’m not a shopper at all, but in midst of the annual celebration and the fact that my plans for this year are much different than last…I think there is a road trip in my future. I’m just not sure how long of one.  There will be pictures from somewhere, though.  Until then, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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You Shall Not Leave

SONY DSCHe stood there with all his glory.  His strength shining through his stance.  He stared contently without flinching.  This was his territory.

“Take my picture, small one, but you shall not leave.  This is my land and I’m standing by your car.”

Though, I think not that he would have hurt me. He never has the before, but the fine for getting too close would have.  So, there I sat waiting for him to move.

We stared at each other a few minutes longer.  With a nod of his head, he turned and walked away.  All his four girls in tow.  Wondering off into the land of the hidden. A place I would not be able to follow.

Maybe another time and place.  I’m sure I’ll see them again.  A stallion and his girls. Wild spirits, who do not often let to many get as close as me.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Quiet Saturday

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I’ll keep it short and quiet today.  No song. No rambling. Just a picture.

Sham grazing in the early morning sun as  I made one last lap before heading home.  Beautiful boy.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

New Day

DSC_0055 (4)I have some redemption to do.  Yesterday’s post did not fair well.  I knew that was a chance that I was taking.  Not to mention, I endured some not nice people earlier in the day and so I kind of went off in a tangent. I try so hard not to do that, but I failed.  My apologies to all my awesome followers and hopefully I will be able to redeem myself.

This is a similar picture to one that I’ve posted before, but I used a different editing system…kind of.  Normally, I use Light Room and do not do much to the pictures.  Lately, I’ve been playing around with opening my raw images in Photoshop and playing around with them.  I’m liking the results a bit better. Even if I don’t end up doing a lot to them just the same.  Both have their pros and cons, but I’m not here to rate and review.  I’ll leave that to the professionals.

There’s nothing overly special about this picture. Just a sunrise…I know it doesn’t look like it, but it was.  An early, cold morning on the sandy beaches of Assateague.  So, much sand and a dog that insisted on burying her face in it.  ***Insert exasperated sigh***

All that sand, though….that became the dealership’s problem.  I traded that car in two and a half months later for a prettier, fancier one.  Thank goodness, because the ghost riding shot gun….well, he kept setting off the “Fasten seat belt” chime and it was really starting to get on my nerves.

Where was I going with all that?  I forget. Oh, yes…the picture.

Sunrises and sunsets… a cliché picture choice.  Most will deny that they like them, but not me.  It means that we got another day.  Each day..I’m appreciating those more and more.

I thought my song of choice had the word sunrise in the title, but it doesn’t. It works for this, though.  David Dunn’s “Today is Beautiful”

I won’t quote lyrics today, but it today is beautiful. I hope you think this picture is too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Stonewall in the Sunset

DSC_0052 (5)I am taking a chance. Posting these pics. These pictures of this man. In a time where ignorance may be bliss, but tension and controversy run high.  A man that could provoke ridicule, though, the man himself died long ago.  A man on a horse. A soldier. A General.  One on a side that raises much hate and anger. I get it, I do.

I see so much hate an anger in the world. In my Facebook feed.  People overridden with fear.  People that have been so engulfed by fear and hate that their ignorance has blinded them to facts.

Not all people are bad. Not all people are evil.  Not everyone deserves to be hated. If your friend slightly disagrees with you, it does not give you a right to be a jerk to them.  If you are going to post something, you should make sure that you are not guilty of doing the same thing.

I try so hard to collect for the homeless and the needy.  I am more skeptical about giving out money, because of a jerk that apparently truly was just panhandling. You know, as I assumed from the very large amount of money he was counting as I pulled over to give him more.  Still, I know there are still needy people out there.  Yet, so many of my own “Friends” turn up their noses at the needy and homeless.  Those same friends also ignore my effort to take clothes off their hands or to pack lunches to take to the needy and/or homeless.   Then they turn around and share or rant about how we should be helping “our own people”.  Funny how that works, isn’t it?

I guess it is the things like this that make me think about my trip to the battlefields over the summer.  So, many pictures I have been reluctant to share. Parts of myself that I am so reluctant to share, because so many seem to think that they have the right to ridicule and judge based off of “what they think they know.”  It is such a shame.

It shouldn’t be like this and we should not be allowing fear to over turn us.  We should be using it to make us stronger. I am not going to start closing people off. There are still a lot of good people out there.  I’m not going to stop living my life because of it. I travel more cautiously, but I still live.

I really just want to enjoy my life, whatever is left of it, and watch the sun set on old statues that represent a different time and place. Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Wild Child

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Wednesdays. I haven’t decided quite how to approach Wednesdays as far as my blog goes.  They are never overly good for me, but I’m cool with that.

I meant to post this post way earlier, but I didn’t get to it.  I also meant to set it last night, but I’m just not that disciplined.  I actually change my mind quite frequently and I just know that one of these days I’m going to “schedule” my post and then decide that I don’t like it after it has x-amounts of likes. So, I’m just going to continue to wing it.

Wing it…should probably inspire a song for me, but it doesn’t.  I do have the DQ commercial playing in my ear right now.  Stupid commercial.  I hear that commercial every 15 minutes, it is hard to get out of my head. I’m neither a fan of DQ nor DQ bakes…..sooooo there’s that.

I also keep picturing the Kenny Chesney video, “Wild Child.”  I do like that song and yesterday I was told what an adventurous spirit that I have.  I know that I always talk about how adventurous I like to think that I am….I guess, I just didn’t realize that it was starting to show through.

This song does resonate with me, though. I feel so cheesy saying that.  “It resonates with me.”  It seems so cliche. I mean, we can all find that one song, can’t we?

“She’s a wild child. Got a rebel soul and whole lot of gypsy.  Wild style. She can’t be tied down……”

Aren’t we all a little wild? A little rebellious in our own little ways?  I think that we have to be, really.  To be who we are. To do the things that we love. To do the things that we do.  Come on now.

I mean, I know comedians and travelers and other photographers.  I know artists, chefs, bakers, singers, writers, and some serious-seriously crazy adrenaline junkies.  We post our adventures on our blogs.  Some of us do showcases for our works (whatever discipline it may be).  That takes a whole lot of gypsy heart right there.

I mean, okay…some of us get in these moods where we feel like we are in a rut. We probably are, but we’re also probably trying to suppress that rebellious, wild child.  Stopping ourselves from doing something that we want to do.  We don’t have the time or this and that, but seriously.  Give in to that wild child side and don’t say that you don’t have it.   We all have it.

For every dream we chase. Every time we say we’re not going to work that late. Every hike we decide to take. Every time we step out with our cameras. Every time we decide  to take a trip…maybe it is a trip of a life time, maybe it is a last minute trip, or maybe it is just a trip we wanted to make.  Every time we sing a song just for the heck of it or start dancing…some of us in the rain (Yes, that would be me).   We’re all a little wild.  Some a lot more than others, but I digress.

Every time we do something someone may frown upon. Say something that disagrees with the norm of the group. Every time we do something that is a little different than what people expect of us.  That’s our rebellious, gypsy side.

Okay, maybe it is just me, but I won’t deny it.  I’m definitely a wild child with a rebellious side.   I definitely have a gypsy heart and I’ve never gone with the grain.  I forgot that for a while, but I’m getting back to that.  Guess it is finally starting to show through.  Yours can too.

Stay wild, my wild-wild children.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Little Throwback Tuesday

SONY DSCI decided to do a little throwback for this Tuesday.  It is not that I’m being lazy.  I mean, maybe a little.  Really, though, I just wanted to revisit some other pictures.

I posted this one several months ago.  My and the zone’s little stalker.  Followed us for quite a bit until the pony patrol ran him off.  Then he just followed us from other side of the road for a bit.  Well, actually, he couldn’t make up his mind. He’d look at us, run away, come back.  He carried on for a good few minutes.  Then all the other tourist saw him and the other beauties that had gathered.  They all eventually ran off. Of course pony patrol was making sure of that  as well.

I get it.  People are not always the brightest creatures.  Signs everywhere say, “Stay at least 10 feet (Or so) away from the horses” and there is always that one idiot that test the boundaries.  I know what you are thinking and no…it’s not me.  Okay, well…maybe, but never closer than five and never really on purpose.  I, apparently, have a pony whisperer persona about me.  Of course, it could also be the ones that have found the rule breakers that feed them and so they want to see if I am one.  I like to pretend it is the other.

I remember last year during my first trip.  The beast was in the backseat and I was outside the car taking pictures of four.  The male look at me and just walked right over to me.   I know enough about horses not to startle them by making any ridiculous movements and I knew how that fine was so I didn’t reach out to pet him either.  We just kind of stared at each other for a minute and I told him that as much as I wanted to that I couldn’t pet him.  He eventually walked away.  I like the memories like that.  Kind of like Ninka and the way she just stares at me while I take her picture. Makes my heart happy.

Well, I’ve rambled on enough for now and I’ve got somewhere I have to be.  Thank you for stopping by.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography