Archive | November 2015

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

Take Me Back

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So, nothing like logging on to WordPress and finding that they changed the format once again.  I am undecided as to how I feel about this. We shall see.

The change has thrown me and I forgot where I was originally going to go with this post.  I have a very short attention span here of late.  Maybe it is age or maybe it is too many horses in the pasture.  Who knows?

Obviously, this is from the Wyoming trip.  Been pondering heading back that way.  Financially, it probably will not happen this year.  Eventually, though. Maybe a different part. Maybe I’ll just bypass it and head straight for Montana this time.  Actually, that is probably not true.  Badlands in South Dakota, is my next venture destination.  Maybe that will be my birthday present to myself.  Probably not, though. Too far of a drive and a job scheduled for that weekend.  Eventually, though.  Eventually.

Still not entirely sure what the zone thinks about traveling.  She was at peace in this picture.  It was nice for her to just stand still for a bit and not wonder all over the place.  Me just kicked back in my chair.  Yeah, take me back.

Or in the words of John Denver,  “Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.”  You should have expected that I would toss a song into the mix.  Might as well as thick with the theme.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Rocky Path…Pathy Rock

DSC_0046 (3)Either or.  I was actually just singing “Highway to ****” by ACDC, but this neither a highway or the hot place down under.  I am not sure why I have been so about the songs this week.  Anyway, I digress.  I say that a lot.  I kind of like that word.  Rambling again.

This was on the path to and from the Grand Tetons.  It was called Split Rock. That’s about all I remember.  By that point I had already driven almost 24 hours.  Did I mention, I drove straight through…for the most part. I mean, I had to pull off in rest stops to take a power nap, but by the time I got to Split Rock…I had been driving a long, long time.  Now, I forgot where I was going with that.

Now, I’ve completely lost my train of thought so I guess that means it is time to get busy with the rest of the day.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Crowny Rock

DSC_0131 (3)I feel like I should post something about France, but the truth is…I wouldn’t know what to say. At least nothing that would do this situation justice.  I’ve never been to France. I have none of my own pictures of France.  All I know is what I learned during French 101, which I honestly probably should not have passed.  With that said, my words would be nothing more than that of empty words from someone who doesn’t truly know the devastation.

My heart aches for them. My heart aches for the world that we are becoming.  A rapid decline into the fiery depths of somewhere we may never be able to return.  Families and innocent people, lost and broken, because of self-righteous cowards that somewhere felt they had earned this right to take away lives.  Of course my heart aches for them, but I only know the empathy of it.  My feelings and words can come nowhere close to what they are going through.

Senseless acts of violence make no sense to me.  They make me angry. They make me scared, but none of this is about me and if I continue to ramble (much like already)…that’s all it would be…about me, because I’m not there and outside of my long-standing dream to visit there…I have no ties to France that would give me the justification to act as if I know what they are feeling.  I can only display my empathy and my heart does truly ache for them.

With that said, I’ve chosen this picture.  It clearly is not from France, but it seemed like the best choice for today other than not posting at all.  This mountain kind of looked like a crown to me, but it also make me think of another version of the mountain people think of when they think of the “other side”.  Of course, that is dependent on your religious affiliation.

As I was typing out that last paragraph, the song that I only known sang Vince Gill, “Go Rest High on that Mountain,” began running through my head.  There will be no immediate peace. There will be no immediate healing.  This is not a situation that allowed for either of those.  It will never make sense and it never be something that is forgotten.  It is senseless and heartless, but my heart does go out to France and all those affected. May your loved ones go rest high on that mountain and may you find the strength that you need to try and continue on.  I can only send my heart and prayers/positive thoughts, but I am doing exactly that.

Montana Rose Photography

What I Want….

DSC_0487 (2)“What I want…what I want is a really good man…Mighty, mighty good man ” or  we could go with…”What I want, What I want, What I really-really want.”   Actually, no, let’s seriously not go with the last one. I’d rather go around singing the first one.  Well..that’s not true…I’m much more of a country music girl than I was when those first came out and I’d rather not sing either one of them, but I digress.  Mainly, because I also forgot where I was going with that.

As far as this picture, like so many before it, just wouldn’t do what I wanted it to do. Yet, that could be because I’m not quite sure what I wanted it to do.

I was just kind of messing around in Photoshop. Just messing with photos trying to give them something that they didn’t already have.  It just wasn’t working out, though.  I’m cool with it.  This one didn’t turn out all that bad.  The heavy cloud, low to the ground, and only shading the area it was covering.  It works.  I think…maybe?  Possibly?

It kind of made me think of life and what I want…mainly what I don’t want and how things never go as we want them too, but I will spare you the details.  They’re really not important.  You see, I’ll be celebrating my fifteenth 24th birthday in a couple of weeks.  Things are different this year.  I’m cool with it. I’m changing..for the better and people are seeing it.  I’m positive about the future. Excited to see what it has in store.  Bring it on.

I hope you enjoy the picture and that you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Little Bit of Sun

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I thought that there was a song with that in it, but I think the one I am thinking of is, “have a little bit of love in your heart” or something like that.  I’m also sure that it is probably a commercial.

There are many songs with the word sun and sunshine in them, but none of them really seem to fit the tone of this picture.  At least not to me.  It’s just sun beaming off a window in and old brick house.

The same brick house from yesterday and I’ve said about all there is to say about it.  That is unless you want a history lesson.

There isn’t really anything too special about this picture. The sun was setting and the zone was waiting.  Those along with a couple of other pressing matters…well, I was a bit rushed.  I wonder what I could have done with more time.   We may never know.

Still, I like this picture.  Simple with a little bit of sun. I didn’t have to put a lot into it.  Those are often the best.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Brick House

DSC_0187 (6)She’s a brick house.  Mighty-mighty…..and I’ll stop there.  Come on, now.  I can’t be the only one who started singing that song in their head.  Am I right?  No. Okay, so it is just me then.  It happens and I’ll take that.

This is the Stone House out in Manassas National Battlefield. I love me some Manassas, but what I do not love is driving through and to Manassas.  No offense to the Virginians, but seriously….courteous driving, folks. That is all I’m saying.  It made rush hour traffic in Columbus look like a hey day.  I’m sure if I had to frequent rush hour, I may feel differently, but so far it has never taken me two hours to make a thirty minute trip.  That is so not an exaggeration either, but I digress.
DSC_0175 (6)Now, the Stone House…well, it’s a house.  Clearly made out of a type of stone (brick or whatever).  I know…I know… “Hello, Captain Obvious.”

Now, yes,  I could give you the gist of its history, but if we wanted a history lesson…we’d probably still be sitting in school taking a history class.  I will say this, it’s a house and it was a pretty key feature in the war that took place on that battlefield.

Outside of the headaches of getting there, it is a pretty neat house.  I was losing daylight and really-really-really needed to go the restroom.  I know too much information, but I’m trying to paint a picture. Not sure what kind of picture, but  just the same.  In short, the house is so worth seeing.

By the way, let me offer this piece of advise.  If you are going to Manassas and it is after five, you should probably make sure you stop at a restroom first.  The only nearby one is at the visitor center and it is closes at five.  Lesson learned.

DSC_0172 (6)I could go on about how beautiful the land is and blah, blah, blah…but, I mean, really?  I’m in Virginia…so, that kind of goes without saying.   Still, it was quite beautiful….if you were facing away from the house. You know in the direction that was not towards the road and the miles and miles of cars.   Sorry…soapbox.

I’m also guessing that ghost hunters and mediums would have a field day on this property. Probably the whole battlefield.  The soldiers and civilians that grace that land. I’m just saying.  I mean, if I believed in that kind of thing.  By no means am I saying that I do, but people see things.
DSC_0169 (6)I could ramble on and on and on, but it would end up just being that at this point…rambling.  I can ramble with the best of them, but I’ll save it for another.  Until then, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
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