Archive | January 2017

Barbed Wire Heart….

DSC_5416.jpgI posted this picture on Facebook with a long ramble.  One that over the time it took for me to write…well, I’m not sure if my point got across. I thought about deleting, but I am going to leave it.  I’m big on “if you want to read it, do so, and if not…well, then don’t”.  That is the thought that I’m going to go with here as well.  What does that mean?  Well, I’m going to ramble.  Will it be as long as the one on Facebook….I seriously hope not, but when the words start flowing….it is like a dam that just had the flood gates opened.  I suppose that is something any writer knows.  We also know that is what is taken from what is written….it is all with the eyes of the reader.

With that said, let me begin by proposing the question that I proposed on my Facebook post:  What do you see?  When you look at this picture, what do you see?  A picture that almost looks like a painting?  The blues, the blacks, and the yellowish-browns that make up the barbed wire?  The browns, yellows, and greens that make up the back drop?  What do you see?  Do you see a heart with a sharp edge? Do you see a heart twisted up and bounded, pulled in different directs?  Or do you just see barbed wire?  Do you want to know what I see?  Probably not, but I’m going to share anyway.

I see all of the above.  A painting that isn’t what it seems, because it is not a painting at all.  The vibrant colors that make this picture so appeal.  I see a beautiful piece of metal twisted up and bound into something that probably only I can see.  I see that heart with the sharp edge, sharp point.  I see that heart that is all twisted up and bounded being pulled up in a million different directions.  I see that barbed wire.  The barbed wire that was put there to deter animals and people from getting out and from getting in.  I also see the beauty that all of it entails.

Beauty?  She’s nuts!  Yes, I probably am…just a bit.  I could blame the drugs, but I rarely even take aspirin.  I blame it on the fresh air and a world that is quite ugly….unless we truly look.  Truly pay attention.  It also helps that I know there are horses on the other side of this particular barbed wire, but even if there wasn’t….I’d see the beauty, because I see the heart of it all.  Did you like what I did there?
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Hearts a fragile thing.  They seem so simple when they are indeed so very complex.  They so easily get twisted up and bounded, pulled in a million directions.   They can become so damaged.  So broken.  So…jagged.  They become barbed wire.  Of course, I am speaking from a metaphoric sense and not literally.  The physiological basis of a heart….well, I struggled with Anatomy and Physiology in nursing school, I’m even going to begin to touch base on it here.  I will say that, “Broken Heart Syndrome”…it is a real thing, but I digress.

Where was I?  Oh, barbed wire hearts.  When we are broken and damaged, we go into survivor mode.  Our hearts become barbed wire to deter and to protect.   Unfortunately, this also divides us from others…often unintentionally and that is speaking from experience.  However, there is also something beautiful about those barbed wire hearts.  Not all of them. No, but there are a lot of beautiful hearts.  Ones we never see because of our own barbed wire hearts.

The hippie in me wants to say, “give peace a chance”, but the reality is…just see the beauty where others see barbed wire.  People are scared for a reason.  People fear for a reason.  Walk down that barbed wire until you find a way through.  See the beauty…find the beauty.  In a world that is divided by the people who should want to fix it.  See the beauty, find the beauty, share the beauty.

I’ve gotten lost in my thought, but now… I realize that there is a lot of demanding going on and not really a lot of explanation.  Not a lot of showing. Just a lot of talking. Yelling. Show people the beauty. Show people what you see. Help them understand.  Isn’t that the appropriate way to get through to someone?  To show them? To explain to them?  To help them understand your view?  Sometimes all people see is the barbed wire.  They never really see what is on the other side.  Find the beauty.  See the beauty.  Live the beauty.
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WOW…that got seriously free-spirited and flower child like…I could apologize, but I’m not going to.  Barbed wire, isn’t just barbed wire.  It can be molded into things that are pretty amazing.  So can hearts when handled correctly.  At least, I believe they can.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Raise My Sail….

DSC_5602.jpg“Yeah tomorrow I’m takin’ me fishin’
Hang a sign on the door of my life
Tell the world that I’ve gone missin’
An’ I won’t be back for a while
I’m so tired of only wishin’
I could leave my troubles behind
I wanna be front porch rockin’
With a big sun droppin’ in a blue sky
Kick back an’ get high
Kick back an’ get high
On the livin’ part of life”

Those are lyrics compliments of Eric Church.  Lyrics that seemed fitting as I think a lot of us are feeling that way; especially, now more than ever.  Don’t worry….this isn’t going to be a political post.  I’ve had it up to ten feet high with political post.

I’m not even going to discuss my fears.  My concerns. I probably should, but I don’t want to.  It has been so heavy. So hard to breathe with all this going on.  It’s not like life wasn’t rocky enough before.  So, for now…I’m takin’ me fishing.  Not literally.  No, it’s like 20 degrees outside and I’m pretty sure the fishing hole is frozen over.  Either way, for now…I’m just mentally going fishing and not thinking about the BS that has engulfed our very existence.  Who has time for all that?

That can be tomorrow’s problem.  Today, I’m thinking about Custer State Park and buffalo.  Mountain goats.  Maybe I’ll buy some more leather and make some more dream catchers.  Buy some paint and new paint brushes, or just go dig mine out of storage.  Write a little bit more.  Or you know, the homework that I really don’t want to do.  Whatever it takes to disappear into oblivion for awhile.  Get back to the livin’ part of life.

Figuring out how to save my relationships while trying to figure out how to the save the world….that can be tomorrow’s problem.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Beauty….

DSC_5013.jpgBecause I need there to be beauty.  I need there to be peace. I need to know that things are not as bad as they seem and much like this picture….that hope, that belief is fading.  The belief that common sense will sink in.  The hope that people will open their eyes and see what really is.  The belief that the humanity will outweigh the fear.  The fear that has blinded so many.  Yet, all of this fading and my heart is breaking.

I’ve never seen such a division. Such a riveting dismay.  Such a deep and rooted steadfast belief that this is the best way. One that has the fault line trembling, waiting for that one quake.  The one that destroys everything.  That ends it all.  I don’t want to believe that it is coming, but the ache in my heart feels differently.  I think many do, but this is new for me.

A twister of emotions.  Riddling the area with debris.  So much debris that it is hard to sort through it all.  I don’t know what tomorrow holds.  At this point, I’m not even sure what later on this evening holds….but I refuse to believe that the beauty will fade.  That common sense is long lost to the masses and that…that one earthquake…I refuse to believe that it will be the one that destroys us. My hope is that it bonds us and brings a light to the eyes of those that have gone blind.

Sorry for the post, but I needed to have that said.  I hope you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

The Light….

dsc_4001The twinkle
The flicker
The glimmer
Wisping in like smoke
From out of nowhere
Often gone as fast it came
To highlight
To accentuate
To bring forth
Attention
Resolution
Details
Epiphanies
Simple as it is
Sometimes soft
Sometimes hard
A stream of light
Not to be ignored

Or something like that.  I have a ramble working around in my head, but I want it to not be a ramble.  No, I want it to be deep and worthy of what I really want to say.  With that said, it won’t be happening in this blog.  Probably in a post or two, it depends on when I can formulate my words properly.  In the  meantime, I hope this suits a bit of satisfaction.

As for the picture.  The light wasn’t directly on it.  This was another one from Wisconsin and it was early in the morning.  This also is not the original picture.  I played around with it and I like it….hope you do too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Wild Flower….

dsc_4113I often wonder what it’s like
To be a little wild flower
Lost amongst the others
Out in a big ole field
Bending in the wind
Basking in the sun
Soaking up the rain
It’s the same old story
A little bit cliché really
Still…it doesn’t stop me
From wishing it was so
To be a little wild flower
Dancing in a field of snow

Or maybe something like that. I don’t know really.  Just words rumbling around in my head.  This picture was taken on my trip last year.  I stopped a little place in Wisconsin. No idea what it was called. I remember being disappointed with the actual destination in that area, but I got a few good shots.

This obviously isn’t the original picture. I mean, in a sense.  I played around with it. I like it better this way. I hope that you do too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Through the….

DSC_9638-2.jpgThe crap, we can often find beauty.  That is if we look hard enough….at least that is what I’m constantly being told.   Some days that is easier to believe than others, but I do believe there is beauty to be found.  That has never been a secret.

As for this picture.  If you haven’t figured it out, this colorful little thing was sitting on a pile of dog poo.  Guess there are benefits to people not cleaning up after their dogs.  I still do, but the fact that this person didn’t….it worked to my advantage.  These moths, butterflies, whatever they actually are….they were a few of the only things worth photographing on this journey and they didn’t want to sit still.  Except for this one right here on the pile of crap.  Kind of symbolic….maybe.  If I was looking to get all philosophical and deep.   I’ll let you take your own from it.  As for me.  Right now it was just a picture that I decided to play around with and make it less obvious of what he was sitting on.

I mean…nobody really needed to know that. Sitting on a pile of crud, sometimes that is left better kept to ourselves.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Sing Me a Song….

DSC_1886-3.jpgYou’re the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. We’re all in the mood for a melody. And you’ve got us feelin’ alright.

Provided this is not a piano man and I’ve never heard him sing this song, but the man can sing and he can sing me a song any time.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography