In the Eye….

DSC_1009.jpgOf so many things…so many things come to light.

In the eye of a storm (Metaphorically), we see the light.  At least we are supposed to.  So many things come to light at different times.

When I look at this picture above, so many things run through my mind.  First off, that my ‘Montana Rose Photography’ is too big.  A couple of weeks ago, I posted a ram picture to the Blackhills’ facebook page.  Someone commented on it stating that the ‘company name’ distracted from the subject.  That was even though the subject took up more of the picture than this guy does.  It bothered me and I’ve teetered with how to handle future postings ever since.  It was an innocent statement, or so it would seem.  Still, it set with an unsettling twinge in mind.

The second thing is…what kind of person am I?  To me this boy is beautiful.  To me, this beautiful boy and all the other beautiful creatures out there…they are to look at and nothing else.  Unless of course they let you love on them, then there is that.

But hunting. Killing them.  It is not for me.  I hate trophy hunting.  I think it should be banned.  I’m not a huge fan of regular hunting, but I understand the initial point (food not sport).  So, how can I hate those things and yet like someone who doesn’t?  How can I find out someone that some I held in regard was found guilty of shooting a caged bear and yet, I cannot bring myself to change my opinion of him?  It feels like it was just a minor lapse of judgment. But was it?  I mean, to go into a wildlife preserve and shoot a bear?  One that had been given a name.  A ridiculous one, but a name none the less. A bear that apparently loved people?  How does one do that?

With that said,  if I had known about it at the time, would I have reacted differently?  Or would I still have been disappointed in it, but not ****ed off like I was when Cecil the Lion was killed?  And either way, what does that say about me?  It seems moot at this point, as this person has since passed.  Still, should I feel differently?  We always find out the deep dark secrets when someone has passed on and I wonder.  I wonder because I feel like my opinion should waver, but it doesn’t.  I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.   And in the eye of this news and the news that preceded it…I find myself questioning myself.

In the eye of this guy.  My beautiful buffalo boy.  Well, I could get all sappy and all that, but we know how I feel about buffalo (and almost all wild and “wild” animals) at this point.  I mean, there’s nothing that I can say that I’ve not said a hundred times over.  All you really have to do is look into the eye of the picture.  Yes, I went there.

Hope that you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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