Archive | May 2018

Ode to the Woodpecker

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Oh, Mr. Woodpecker
I hear you
Hiding in the woods
Pecking away on your chosen one

You’re somewhere nearby
I look for you
Your pecking stops
You’re nowhere to be found
I continue on

It starts again
That alluring calling
Sound of your beak
Tearing away on wood

It taunts me
Teasing me
Peck, peck, peck
100 beats per sec

I swear you moved
Your peckings
They are in my ear
I look again
Still see you I do not
I move on

Your pecking follows me
Closer than before
I try to ignore you
Your game of hide and seek

It’s a game you usually win
I know I will not find you
Yet your pecking persist
It becomes hard to resist

I stop
You stop
I look
There you are

You look
You fly away
Your wings almost smile
It’s like a joke

I roll my eyes
Another picture lost
Silly bird
I knew better than to try
I move on

There’s your pecking again
In front of me
Beside me
You’ve called upon friends
And now its everywhere

Pecking echos around me
But yours was distinct
Your little call
Taunting me from behind

Figures that is where it would be
The direction from which I came
I look
It’s only you I see

Off in the distance
Too high
Too far
Too late

You look at me
I look at you
A second passes by
You go back to pecking away

I hear that
Your Woody Woodpecker laugh
You know I am not coming back
You’ve won the round
And you let it be known

With every chipped piece of wood
Every peck in my ear
You tease me with your pecking call
Just mocking me as I walk away

Well played, Mr. Woodpecker
Well played

2018 ~SMH~

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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Open Road….

DSC_7046Sometimes all we need is an open road and no place to be.  At least some of us do.  I do.  Most of the time.

My third trip anywhere doesn’t always fair as well as my first two trips.  There is always something and a different type of enlightenment.  That is what has happened this time.  I’m ready for a new road.  I should actually laugh at that.  You should probably laugh at that.  Why?  I’m always ready for a new road.  I get bored so ridiculously easy.  I guess this is bound to happen when you work an office job where you sit a desk all day long, staring at a computer, and trying to keep your mouth shut when someone insults your intelligence (or you’d really like to insult theirs or the lack there of).

I was born to travel.  I really cannot deny that.  I believe someone might describe it as being born with a  gypsy soul.  I would have to say after a bit of research that is very much true.  I’m constantly struggling to find and searching for that one place.  I’m constantly looking for adventure and to roam. More than anything I love the feeling of being free.  Being on the open road with no one else around to dictate how fast or how slow I go.  When I can stop and when I can leave. I hate restraints.  A lot of us do, I know that I’m not alone.  Just the same.

I’ve lost my train of thought…at least for this topic, so I will move on to the picture.  This was early-early morning.  At the break of day in the Badlands.  It was cold, it was windy, and it was like freakin’ early (did I mention that).  Normally, that would not have bothered me but I never did get a good nights sleep.  The Badland wind was not kind to me but that is a whole other story.

I wanted to work on my long exposure but ND filter is jacked up.  I mean, scratched and coating is coming off.  It was horrible.  You can’t actually see it much in this photo but there are little….let’s call them light bubbles.  Spots that show more light…its not an even filter flow.  I think it really worked for this photo.  I did a bit to alter it, but the colors are merely enhanced and not altered.   I hope you like it as much as I do.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Rainy Day

DSC_0550 (2).jpgNothing like a rainy day.  Unless you are on vacation and it rains the majority of the time.  We’ve all been there at one time or another.  We do what we can to make the best of it.

I started my trip out in the Badlands (Badlands National Park).  I want to say that it was great like last year, but third time is not a charm.  The campground that I stayed at had and influx of campers and was full every night.  Every time I turned around I was running into people or could hear them.  It was so windy that my tent tried to fly away a couple of times.  Once with me in it.  Yeah, I ended up sleeping in my car.

The last day there it rained so bad that the dirt road to the campground was horrible. Muddy, slippery.  No matter how slow you went-there was slipping and sliding.   There are some steep curves with some deep dips.  You feel like you are on a roller coaster almost on your side.  When the road is muddy and you are sliding…not so much fun.  I ended up having a horrible panic attack; especially, since I cannot see the well in the dark. I turned around in slept in one of the lots where back country hiking is allowed.

With that I also decided that once you’ve seen the Badlands, four days is really too long to stay there.  I headed to Custer State as soon as I could, but I was exhausted. My usual campground was not open even though it was supposed to be.  There was an influx of campers there as well and they were a rude and inconsiderate bunch.  I never did get a good night’s sleep and it rained off and on the first several days.

It was not the trip that I imagined, but looking bad…it served a purpose.  I won’t dive into that at this time. I’ve already written too much.  Alas, you do get a bit of wordiness to continue.

For the most part, there was blue skies and just this vibrant and lively rolling green and red hills.  It was the most beautiful I’ve seen the park in the my three visits.  I guess this is what happens when a park gets caught up in the wildfire.  Still, the second I was ready to hike…it would rain.  I didn’t want to walk away from this trip with ill feelings and so I was bound and determine to make the most out of it.

The greenness and the fires, they had me all about a different type of photograph journey.  I am always all about the animals, but this time I was also about that scenery, those trees, and those roads.  With it being rainy, I think it made for some great pics and this is one of them.

I altered it just a bit, but I wanted to deliver this to deep, moody kind of look. I don’t know what I mean by that, but I had this vision and this picture fits the bill.  It is kind of rainy (It is actually raining in this photo) and it is kind of gloomy with that glistening bit of light fighting to shine through.  At least I hope that is what you see.  I also hope that you like it.

With that lengthy ramble, I will bid adieu.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

A New Light

DSC_59082I have pondered about what to write.  If I should even write anything.  I’ve said time and time again that writing was something that I wanted to get back into.  I miss it.  I wrote a short(ish) story a while back and once I started, it just came.  Then I lost that motivation.

While I was in South Dakota, I was hiking a crazy long trail (16 miles round trip…I’ve hiked further before, but I was exposed to the elements and lo and behold never have enough water.  Alas, that is a story for another day).  Anyway, while I was on this hike I became inspired.  Why?  That I really have no answer for.  I just did.  So, every time that I would have a thought, I would write it.  Some of those I will be sharing at a later time.  For now, I will just share why I have not written.

I could easily say that it is writer’s block, but truth be told…that would be a lie.  I lost my desire to write for much of the same reason that I lose my desire to photograph.  No one seems to enjoy it or really pays attention to it.  No one seems to really like it.  I cannot really say that much about my photography, at least not on my blog (or on Instagram).  I get a quite a few likes and that makes me happy.  Each of you is appreciated more than I will probably ever let you know.  That is not on purpose, so forgive me.  Still, I find myself seeking a level approval that comes up short.

I should write for me. I should do photography for me.  All of this I know, but at the same time…I can do that stuff for me any time that I want.  But I’ve always wanted to inspire and share.  I wanted people to know that I exist and want to see and hear what I have to share.  Anything to make me feel less invisible.  To know that I am good at what I do or something like that.  I think that many of us feel that way or even currently feel that way.  After all, isn’t that all a lot of us want to be noticed for our skills, accomplishments, and what not?  We can say that we don’t, but it is subconscious human nature to want it just a tad.

I know that I am guilty of that and when it seems like I’m falling short, I lose motivation to continue. I often it equate it to the powers that be trying to tell me that I’m on the wrong path.  I’m sure that it is their way of seeing how bad I want it by seeing how hard I’ll fight for it, but some days it seems like I’ve been fighting forever.  And every blog post that has a bad day, every Facebook post that is ignored, every person that asked me to do a photo shoot for them and then turned around and scheduled it with a different photographer….it is want more grain of salt in a slow healing wound.  That is not to make anyone feel guilty, that is my own psychological issue.  One that I’m working on, but just the same.

With all of that said,  in this new light I have decided that I will be writing a bit more. I know that I’ve said that before.  But in the wake of coming off a not so great trip and the loss of two uncle within six weeks of each other, I realize that I have to force myself to do a bit more for myself.  It is a goal…we will see how it goes.

Thank you for stopping by and I hope that you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Montana Rose Photography

Side note about the picture:  I took it at sunset in the Badlands.  I had looked for the perfect place for four days.  I wanted something that was over the rock/clay formations, thinking that would give me the perfect sunset picture.  I never for a second thought that it would be over a field in Sage Creek, the backcountry of the Badlands.  The storm was rolling in and if you look to the right you can see the rain.  The clouds were low and I just loved how the sun was reflecting off them.  All I really did was turn down the highlights, removed some of the shadows, turn up the vibrance and clarity.  I didn’t mess with any of the coloring and this was the final result.  I hope you like them.