Archive | May 2016

With a peck peck here

DSC_2067And a peck peck there. Here a peck, there a peck, and still can’t get that worm.  Assuming that is what they were going for.  I’m not sure, but they were bound and determine to get it.

Much like my approach to this day.  Let’s get it done and make it a great.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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The Gate

DSC_0053I’m sure that there is a poem or story coming, but for now I hope that you just enjoy the pictures.

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Last of Fall….

DSC_1919Or the first of spring, I’m really unsure.  These look like fall colors to me, but I also think that these are always this color.  Either way they are quite beautiful at dusk as the sunset begins to set in the west.

I’ve taken a step back to the forest now.  It seemed like a fitting thing to do.  Between the last few weeks of shooting, I have so many pictures that have gone unshared.  I’ll most likely be taking more this weekend, or I might paint…or both.  I’m a jack of all trades.  Okay at many things, not really great at any.  It keeps me happy and distracted, so there’s that.

I took two different versions of this picture.  Couldn’t decide which one I liked more, so I am posting both.  Both have a little something, but if I was too be honest…it would be the top that I love.  What about you?

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The Unknown….

DSC_2372All in a line.  Their final resting place. Lost as casualties of war. Unrest for those that they left behind. Not to be realized until many of years later, that they had names. Somewhere someone knew who they were.  A monument stand with their names, but their actual place of rest is anyone’s guess.

There are 50 headstones lining this fence you see.  Sitting on the corner of two main roads that run through the town.  38 of them, at least, are unknown confederate soldiers.  At least this is how their graves are marked. Confederate soldiers from Tennessee.  Surrendered in 1862 and lost their lives in a prison camp.  Laid to rest with union soldiers that would lose their lives two years later in a train wreck.  Their graves are also marked unknown.

I find it so strange at the thought that these men were laid to rest unknown.  Especially since 136 years later, a monument would be placed naming each of the soldiers.  I realize the union soldiers keeping tabs on these prisoners at the time couldn’t have cared less. Or there were too many to keep track of.  Still to be buried unnamed when clearly someone knew your name, even back then since there were records.  Or were there?

It is something that I just cannot fathom.  How this information came to light a 136 years later.  Research notes and what not were supplied, but to be able to tell and find out exactly which soldiers died here when they were not known at the time.  The time and the effort that would have of been put forth. I commend the man that did this, because no soldier should be buried unknown (or person really…though I know there is room for argument). Not that it did their families any good at the time, but just the same.

I will not lie that there is that part of me that is little skeptic on how accurate the information may be, but alas…I will digress as this man clearly had resources that I do not have and wouldn’t even know how to find.  And again…I’m just glad that the soldiers listed were given names and recognition.  Union and confederate alike.

These boys are acknowledged every year on Memorial Day. At least they were when I lived here the first time.  A historical society, or veteran’s association, takes the time to place flags upon the graves of these soldiers and all the other soldiers buried in this cemetery and all the others.  I think that is pretty honorable in itself, but that could be just me.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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The Reason Why….

DSC_2565I photograph old “forgotten” cemeteries.  I phrased it that way, because I don’t tend to go into just any cemetery.  No.  It is also not that I’m in the habit of justifying too much of what I do.  I’m not the justifying type, but I had a conversation with someone the other day whom told me it was weird.  That is fine.  I’ve never really been of the normal sort.  However, it is not because I’m not “normal,” whatever that means.

This particular cemetery is not only long lost on the might as well be forgotten list, it is also a historical cemetery.  The town’s founders are there and there are unknown confederate soldiers buried here.  Those that follow me regularly will not be surprised by this fact, but that is what attracted me to finally go within the gates.   I will get to them in another post, though.

When I first lived here, in this town-the first time around, I actually lived down the street from this cemetery.  It used to creep me out.  To no end, did it creep me out.  It felt like there was some seriously bad juju coming from here; especially, at night.  Not sure why, it just did.  Then one day I was driving by the  fence on the main road and I saw just a line of little flags stars and stripes and the rebel flag.  Naturally, being the historical little buff that I am…I became intrigued.  Alas, I never went in.

I decided this time that it was time to go in.  I also have friends that are ghost hunters that live for that kind of thing.  That is for another day, though.  I went in, because I wanted to see these soldiers and figure out how they came to be in this little town that had nothing to do with the civil war.  Or so I thought.  I also just have a thing for the old and forgotten, even cemeteries.  The history and a sort of respect.  I won’t get all melancholy and dramatic, though.  It’s just something that I’ve always been kind of drawn to do.

I know it is weird to most, but I will have to accept that.  I’m sure that psychiatrist would have a field day with it. My own psychology based mindset has all kinds of theories. It is what it is.

What does this have to do with the pictures.  Like those yesterday, these were taken in that very same forgotten little cemetery.  The only non-wild flowers that grow here.  One of four sets.  One of the only three that did not stand alone.  It was nice to see something that indicated, that reminded…these were much more than forgotten stones due to the reality of time.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Amongst the Forgotten

DSC_2454That is rather a meek title, I know.  Sadly, though, it is fitting.

Some where in the southern part of this town I currently live, there is a cemetery that has been forgotten.  I won’t say the name, nor will say exactly where it is.  It wouldn’t be hard to figure out, but for some reason…I just do not feel the need to share that information.  I also cannot say that it is long forgotten.   It’s not long forgotten, it’s not even really forgotten.  The tenants maybe.  The cemetery, though, it is hard to forget or miss.

This cemetery lost his caretaker some time back.  He’s not been replaced.  The owners are now a historical society of type. Not sure what happened to the original owners.  I believe that they too have long passed.

Burials no longer take place. The gravel road as long been without tread.  The main gate is locked.  Now all that remains is the ability to walk through a smaller gate and explore.  Volunteers are depended on to clean, but it appears that is a slow and rare occasion.  The stones, those they represent….most of who had cared about them…they too are long, long gone.

Grass is overgrown.  Weeds  and wild flowers grace most of the land.  The stones are so old. A few have been replaced, but most are as old as the dates on them. It is a little heavy on the heart walking through this cemetery.  The idea of reality. The lack of immortality. Even the hardest of hearts take a moment.  Then through it all, stands a bit of beauty.

The flowers that were planted by loved ones long-long ago. That continue to grow despite the lack of care tended to them over the last years.  The magic that is tulips.  They graced a few.  This one was my favorite. The only red one and the only one that stood by itself.  Maybe a little symbolic. Maybe just because.  Either way,  despite the sadness and cemetery that has long been forgotten on the list…there is still a bit of beauty to remind that once upon a time ago….there was more than just care that went into those stones that stand by them.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.


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May Flowers

DSC_2306These were actually taken prior to May, but I wasn’t sure of another fitting title. These flowers were growing on a tree.  I’m not sure what the tree will look like when it is bloomed, but these were pretty as they highlighted certain areas of the tree.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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With A Oink Oink Here

DSC_2130And a oink oink there.  Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink. Old McDonald is still on the farm.  I know that isn’t how that last line went, but just the same.

I am such a farm girl.  How funny is that considering that I didn’t live on one, but I was such at home and I love all farm animals.  This little guy was one of four, but hands down  my favorite.  He is my little buddy and was all about seeing what I was up to and letting me pet him.  He was also all about the trying to climb over the “clearly not tall enough” fence that was keeping him in his pen.  He never quite made it over, but he really could have if he had wanted to.

He was the rambunctious, trouble maker of the group.  I guess I have a thing for trouble makers.  However, the trouble maker animals are sometimes the cutest.  Running around, causing trouble, trying to play with the others…they make me smile.  Hope he does you too.

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