Archive | February 2017


dsc_2023-2I was going to post something else today, but I’ve decided not to.  I’m sure I will, but it will be deep and a lot more on the serious side.  Just a forewarning.  For now, just enjoy Mr. Trent.  dsc_2103-2
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography


Broken and Entwined

dsc_2261The vines of the gone
With the broken glass
Much of what is left
Of an old abandoned shell
Left to time
Weathered by more than storms
Making that beautiful
Of what has become destroyed
Bringing a different kind of life
To that which was long forgotten.

It is slightly intriguing this window.  It was the only window within view that had actually been taken over by these vines.  The building itself had not even been taken over by vines.  You would have thought after all these years it would have been.  Decorated with the winter brown vines crawling up the sides of faded pale walls.  Maybe that is just my thought.

That is all I have to say for now, so I will leave you with the above.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography



Spirit of What Was….

DSC_2177.jpgI should probably post the original version of this picture.  I might, but for now this is the one was ready.  I like it.  The faded sides.  The faded look.  Probably what is best suited for this old piano.  I can’t imagine what kind of life it had, but the life now is only remnants of what once was.

This piano actually sits in an old abandoned motel.  I won’t say the name, it is already too popular.  I won’t say the location, if you’ve been to Indiana and on either of the main roads that it resides…you’ve seen it.  You really can’t miss it.  It sits where it has sat for decades. I’m not sure how long it has been abandoned, but it has been many of years.

They left a piano?  Yes, they left everything.  And I do mean everything.  The beds, the chairs, the tables, the TVs, the phones.  They’ve left it all.  To become nothing more than a victim of time and a victim of the rude.  If you could not tell by the picture above, maybe the one below will help.  DSC_2179-2.jpgThat is right, a motel fenced up….because much like walls…fences accomplish very little where there is determination.  Oops, did I say that?  Soapboxes, so I will back to my original point.  The fence, pointless.  As you can tell, I was clearly able to get in…and with no effort.  Someone had bent and pulled enough that there was a nice little gap that I was able to walk right through.  No bending, no squeezing, not struggling whatsoever.  Perfect little entrance way for a nosy little photographer looking for something out of the ordinary, everyday safety zone she stays in. So, I took advantage and got a little nosy.

This piano was on the first floor, right inside the door.  It was dark.  There was broken glass everywhere. Broken furniture.  Broken Doors. Broken TVs. The ceiling was falling down.  It was unsettling, but the part that scared me most…the graffiti covered walls.  I could handle that might run into some eerie ghosts, or ghost like noises.  Maybe even shadow people, but I believe in shadow people slightly less than I believe in ghosts.   No, I was by myself so I was worried about what kind of freaks were hiding out in the hidden crevices of the first floor.  So, as fearless as I tend to be…being by myself, I kept to the areas that I could see and I stayed on the first floor.  Maybe I will go back…with backup, but for now… for now I am content with what I have.

I really liked this piano, though, and I’m not sure that I did it justice.  I was a little worried about also getting in trouble for being there, so I was trying to explore while hurrying.  This piano though.  I know that it is not an old, grand piano like you would find in some very old  Victorian style home, but there was something about it.
Maybe it was the way it just sat there in the dark.  The way the keys looked as if they were being played.  Knowing that once, someone probably sat behind those keys and played some Bach or Beethoven. “Piano Sonata No. 11” By Mozart.  Probably “Piano Man” by Billy Joel.  Or it could have just sat there and collected dust as patrons passed by it.  Something to get it use to its now current condition.  I don’t know.

Either way, there was something about the piano and I’ll probably just go back to get that one shot that does it justice.  For now, I leave the above shots for you to enjoy and I hope you do.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography


DSC_2977.jpgI’m sure that is a title that I have used before, but it seems fitting today.

I’m constantly pondering and wondering.  Do I do this? Do I do that?  Maybe it is time to walk away.  Hang up the camera.  Hang up the writing.  Give up the art and the goals.  Those passions are faded.  Or I am jilted, it is hard to determine the exact cause.  I mean, are they faded because I’m jilted or are they just faded because sometimes those things fade?  Is there any one answer?  Probably not. It is probably a combination of all of the above.

It is not that I don’t have time.  I have some, not a lot…but some.  Enough that each free time could include one creative activity for that day.  Maybe it is a rut. Or the lack of knowledge.  How to reach people in already saturated markets?  My people skills…truth be told, they are horrible.  I’m good for moments, but the whole outreach thing…it is usually beyond my reach.  How to know how to connect with the audience?  Things that just really are lost on me.

That is not whining. Or self pity. I know that it sounds like that. I guess to some extent they are, but that is not how they are intended.  They are just thoughts that are running through my head.  Ever since my friend died back in November…all kinds of thoughts just run through my head.  All kinds of ramblings.

Maybe I should change the name of my blog to the, “Ramblings of a struggling photographer”. I forgot where I was going with that.  But anyway.  Like and old photograph things just become faded.  I don’t know if there is a way for me to renew whatever it is that is missing.  Today, I plan on breaking out my camera for the first real time in months.  There is an old abandoned motel that I’ve had my eyes on for months, but have never attempted to stop.  Keeping meaning too, but have not.  I am hopeful that will result in some new photographs for your viewing pleasure.  I’m going camping in a couple of months, but it will be much of the same as I will be stocking mountain goats, buffalo, and pronghorns.  I will try to make them different, but you know.

I have over a 160 followers.  I appreciate each one of you and thank you so much for sticking with my blog.  Even through my redundancy and my rambles.  I hope you continue to do so and I hope you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Lost In the Message….

dsc_5416-2I actually just posted this picture the other day, but I feel like it and the others were lost in my message.  With that said, I wanted to give it a fair chance to be appreciated.   I mean, at least I think it is a good picture.

With that said, I’m not going to say anything else. Just leave the picture. Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography