Archive | August 2019

Specialty

DSC_2051 I have been thinking a lot about my area of expertise as far as the world of photography.  Then I wonder how much of it is the area of which they are posted.  Facebook vs. Instagram vs. here on my rarely posted anymore blog.  The truth is, I love photography and I do want to make hobby money but people are not my area of expertise…on so many levels.  However, what is my area of expertise?

If I was to pay attention to Facebook, it is hit and miss.  Really, Facebook probably shouldn’t be an accurate measurement because pages have a hard time getting exposure because Facebook wants money.  Friend list…well, anyway.  If I was to pay attention to Instagram…horses and most animals.  On occasion, certain landscapes but as I’m typing this…well, I’m realizing that it probably comes down to what people are actually looking for.  We all know art, poetry, photography…the beauty and meaning and what not are all in the eyes of the beholder.  Perception is a cheeky monkey and we all have our own.

So far this above is my least liked photo in a long time. It has gotten a decent amount on Facebook since posting (in comparison to others), but Instagram like two people like it.  There could be many reasons why.

For those that do not know, this is the Devil’s tower inside of the Sacred Circle of Smoke.  The placement of the sculpture was strategic and shots like this one have come a regular and sought out view for most tourist.  The fool in me didn’t think much of it at first, but when I went to take it and saw many others going for the same shot, it made sense and I realized mine would not be amongst the first.  I did want it to be different.  Not the usual typical version.  I played with it.  I like it….but this one is also not bad.

As always, I’ll let you decide what you think but I hope that you at least like one of them.  Opinion and thoughts are always welcomed.

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Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

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Breakthrough

DSC_9798I am finally breaking through my pictures.  There is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel…vacation tunnel anyhow.  I do have a batch of photos that I took prior to leaving and some after returning…those will keep until sometime that is not now.

I know I posted a car the other day, but I’m really loving my ghost town old car series.  I am really loving a lot of my photos.

A friend on Facebook said that she’d like to know the history of the last car that I posted.  The truck.  I’m sure that there is history somewhere.  More about the town, I would think the rest would go without saying.   The cards obviously came from somewhere.  Maybe someone passing through the area and it broke down.  Or it belonged to whomever once owned the old house on the same portion of land.    All of that I’m sure is somewhere in the history books.  Either accuracy or bits and pieces put together by someone through their own research and/or assumptions.  I…I don’t really want to know the history.  Maybe it is that part of me that still thinks it is a storyteller, but I like to leave it all up for imagination in these types of scenarios.

I don’t know.  We all have our things, I guess.  I’ll let you do what you do when looking at this picture.  Either way, I hope that you like it.

Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

Rusty Old In the Snow

DSC_9956As I walked this old dirt path looking for a “ghost town”, it began to snow.  It was incredibly cold this year in the Black Hills.  Some would say that I should have checked the weather…I did and I went the same time of year that I’ve gone the two years prior….weather is unpredictable and it is never the same.  This year was no different.  It was cold.  It was raining.  It was snowing.

I walked what seemed to be for miles.   It wasn’t, but it felt like it.  Slipping and sliding in the mud. Snow that grew heavier.  Temperatures that dropped.  I didn’t care. I was on a mission.

After sometime, I stumbled upon and old house.  I wondered around. Saw old cars.  Realized that the “ghost town” was really just an old house, and old concrete enclosure of sorts, some old structure remnants, and some old cars.  Maybe if I had walked up the muddy hill further down the path I would have discovered more, but I didn’t.  Did I mention it was cold and snowy…and muddy and I didn’t wear my cowboys boots.  We all know by now that I’m fearless when I am in my boots….if only.

DSC_9979I was more fascinated by the old cars anyway.  The house, I couldn’t nail down the pictures I wanted.  I still have some…I will get to them someday.  As far as this car, there wasn’t much to him.  I’m also pretty sure that it was more of a truck than a car. It looks truckish.  I also altered them.  There were a handful of old cars in this “ghost town”, but regular editing just didn’t seem to fit them.  They needed a ghostly, soft, and faded vintage type look to them.  I hope that you agree that this look fits.

Live, laugh, love, and let it Ride.

Wild Stangs

DSC_0162 (2)As mentioned before, I have an insane amount of pictures to wade through.  I also have quite the amount of pictures uploaded to WordPress and I either need to delete some, or I need to upgrade my package.  I’ve not decided which yet.  I keep trying to decide the best course of action for me and how to revamp what I’ve got going on.  The most I’ve accomplished….finally getting a portion of my pictures worked through.

I have finished two sets of my wild horse photos.  This guy is from the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  I’m not sure his name,  he lives with four other guys in a pasture that is separated from the bigger herds that I’ve seen.  Painted Deserted is the only horse I know for sure, but he’s pretty easy to pick out…he’s the only paint in the group.  This guy looks like a Bucky, but I don’t know for sure.  There is also a Red Roan and from what I know of Roans, this guy could be one but there was a fourth horse that I never saw.  Prairie Dancer…maybe.  Or Pat & Mike……   Maybe a Prairie Dancer, I can see that.  Either way, he’s a beautiful mustang.

That is really where my heart has been lately.  The wild mustangs and burros of the west.  I would like to do something similar to Mr. Hyde.  My land would never be as massive as his.  The Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary consists of tens of thousands of acres.  I would settle for enough to have a small herd.  Some that would be free for the rest of their lives, or at least the rest of mine.  Maybe break one, or two, I don’t know.  Right now that is a cheap wine dream on a pond water budget.  Until then, I will just stalk them with my camera.  I’m not sure where the next adventure will take me.  They are all over.  Maybe back to Colorado. A less popular location apparently has a 150 possible, I saw four….that is unacceptable and there are a ton more in the Sand Basin that I didn’t get to see.  Who knows.  We’ll see where the road takes me.

Until then, I hope you enjoy this picture.

Live, Laugh, Love, and Let it Ride.

The Eye

DSC_1186.jpgIt is all in the eyes.  This beauty’s eye really stood out to me, so I wanted to emphasize it but now I struggle with it.  My worried little brain with eyes that can’t seem to focus correctly. I just wanted to create a picture.  A relatively perfect picture that really accentuated the beauty of bovine hiding behind a broken tree.  I don’t know if I accomplished this.  I hope that I did.  I’m also not sure that the eye is in focus, but I hope that it is.  I also hope that you like it just the same.

Live, Laugh, Love, and Let It Ride.

Wild and Free

DSC_0211 (2)I feel guilty that I’ve not posted in a while.  There is no real good excuse other than I’ve just not wanted to.  I could go over the long list of reasons why, but they are neither here nor there.  They are reasons from a brain that never shuts off and a soul that constantly watches the numbers.  It also comes from a girl that has thousands upon thousands of pictures yet to edit and a spirit that has grown wearier than normal and is easily overwhelmed more than she used to be.

I had all these plans and goals. I always do and I’ve failed miserably to date.  I will not make promises, but there will be another post soon.  For now, I hope this one grabs your attention.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography