Archive | December 2019

The Old, The New….

DSC_0025 (2)As we head in the new year, many of us are thinking about how to actually make the new year better.  How to make ourselves better.  I’ve been bitter about it and not so positive on the outlook.  However, as I listen to my upstairs neighbors stomp around…I can’t help but thinking about something I saw in a show.   “The old boss is always a **** until you meet a new one.”  Seems irrelevant, huh?  I don’t think that it actually is.

My last upstairs neighbor, I considered him an inconsiderate idiot.  His t.v. was always blaring until all hours of the day.  I get up at 330a to go to the gym, I could still hear his t.v. blaring through the floor.  However, for the most part, that was the biggest issue and the most I ever heard from him.    Right now, I would do anything to go back to hearing that t.v. blaring through the floor.  I don’t know what the new family does upstairs, but they are constantly banging around, walking heavy footed, toddler screaming, dog barking, stomping, and whatever other kind of noise they can possibly make.    The old boss is always a **** until you meet a new one.  Meaning:  things are always bad until something else comes around and makes you realize that it actually can get worse.    Thank you, Letterkenny.

I think that this is true for years as well.  2019, well it was not good in more than one way.  However, parts of 2019 were way better than 2018 and I’m guessing that 2020 will challenge me if I say that it can’t possibly get worse.  I have got to learn to stop challenging the powers that be.

I do not know what 2020 has in store….well, for any of us.  Politically, it really can get worse.  That is a scary, scary thought….that there could possibly get worse than what it is.  It can and I suspect that it will.    Climate.  Environment. Inner relationships.  Outer personal relationships.  Some things we have control over and somethings we do not.  The obvious, and as I was reminded, we can only work on the ones that we can control.

This really should go without saying.  It should also go without saying that sometimes, well, this is easier said than done.  Still, I always try and will continue to do so.  I’ve started the path…let’s see how far it can go.  Bring it on, 2020.  Bring it on.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Live, Laugh, Love, and Let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

The Incredible Acers

DSC_6081A.C.  as he was called when he showed up at the stable I worked at.  I started calling him Ace, it became his name but that will never be information confirmed.  It really shouldn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter.  Really just calling him Ace was inevitable, I think.  The dismay you may be sensing comes from another situation that had been a long time coming.  Dominoes.

Anyway, there really are not bitter feelings here.  Acers went to a wonderful home July 2018.  Where he is better fitted and gets the love and work that he deserves.  He’s a therapy horse and lives the job well.  DSC_6151This year, I had the honor of going out and photographing Acers and the other therapy horses he lives with.  It is no secret by now that this year has not been my favorite, and that day…I was not having a less than stellar week and was feeling more down that day than I had been.

This guy as I was finishing up, he became very loving was all about letting me love on him.  Pretty much insisted on it.  DSC_6206It is often said that animals can sense our emotions.  I have always felt this to be true.  There is also statistic data proving the positive effect animal/equine therapy can have on a person.  Where he is now, he works with Vets and those suffering from PTSD.  I would say he is a good at his job.

And…….him and the others, they made beautiful subjects and I think turned out some amazing pictures.  I hope that you like these of Acers.  They are just a few of my favorites.
DSC_6215Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

‘Tis the Season

DSC_2232.jpg‘Tis the season.  Everyone settling in for the yearly Christmas Eve routine, or starting a new one.  Posting their happy holidays and Merry Christmases.  Posting pictures of their family in their Christmas-sy sweaters and jammies.  Kids standing by the Christmas trees.  It’s all what tonight is supposed to be about for those that celebrate the holidays.  I don’t know enough about Hanukkah, or the others but I know Hanukkah started a few days ago so they, too, have some kind tradition for tonight.  Me…I’m just not in the Christmas spirit.  I wanted to be.  I even decorated, but now that it is here…I’m feeling a bit more grinchy than the years past.

Quite honestly, I’m coming into the end of the year feeling like 2019 can suck a hole.  I have been glad for the years to end lately with hopes of a new and better year but this year is different.  I am not even sure that I know what it is, but I know that I am not a lone.  It seems like 2019 has left a lot of people with a very bitter and nasty taste in their mouth.

Maybe it has been the political chaos that has embraced our society since the man in office was elected to be there.  I won’t jump on the bandwagon and call him names, but I will say that this is not where we should be.  Both parties are at fault.  Supporters from all circles are at fault.  We are at fault.   We need to do better at the next election, but we also can only go with what we are given.  History shows…it really can get worse.  Educate, research, and be informed.  That should go without saying, but there are a lot of people peering over the edge of the box instead of jumping out of it.  But that is where I will end it.  I don’t do politics, but this has been very taxing.

Maybe it is the loss.  Maybe it is the growing up and realizing a little too much how we outgrow people, or that they outgrow us.  Maybe it is that moment when we realize that adulthood kind is kind of like a pile of goose poop and that there is more goose poop then clean areas to walk in.  It could be the bodies that want to act older than the spirit that inhabits them.  Unanswered prayers.  Negative news.  Who knows.  Each of us has our own reason and each of us had our own 2019.  We are taking out of it whatever it gave us.  For some, I know that it really was a good year.

I do know that I do wish everyone a happy whatever you may celebrate.  May it be merry and in the sake of breaking out in song….may it be bright.  Even if it is just another night.  May you find a place your heart is at peace, your soul is content, and a way to smile each day.

I think that 2020 has got to be better for those of us that are ready to put 2019 in the rear view and everyday should be a good day.  May it all come together and may you have the greatest time of your life.

Live, Laugh, Love, and Let it Ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

The Lizard

DSC_6252In my last post, I posted how I stopped at a cemetery just off a Utah highway.  Well, never in my life have seen so many lizards in one place.    The place was crawling with them.  I won’t say literally, but I will say that I had to be careful about where I stepped.

As I was thinking about this post, I was intrigued and wondered what the lizard symbolizes.  The lizard symbolizes a true survivor and how you should be open to surrendering what doesn’t work for you so to open yourself up to regenerated energies of life.  At least according to one of the many animal totem websites.  DSC_6277
I am still learning about the whole spirit animal thing.  Like that they can change dependent on where you are in your life and what you need to learn, see at the time.  If I was to believe in signs, which most the time I do, I would say that the powers that be were trying to throw this meaning up in my face.  DSC_6303I won’t be all whatever about it.  It just struck me as interesting as we head into a new year. A new decade.  DSC_6330I believe these little guys are Sagebrush lizards.  Apparently, Utah is littered with them.  I’m torn on how I feel about them.  I will hold a snake, I will hold a baby alligator, but I’m torn on how I feel about these little guys scattered about and running rapid.  Hey, a girl has to have her limitations.

I’m just kidding.  I really do not mind lizards.  I don’t want to feed them, because then I have to touch things like crickets…and that is just gross.  🙂   DSC_6437
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

Wondering Thoughts

DSC_6478bwToday as I was sitting at my desk, I thought of something that I honestly hadn’t thought about since it happened.  An angry old man sitting alone in a nursing home.

I’ve been lost in my head a lot thinking about a broken heart.  What it did wrong? What is wrong with it?  Why it is always coming up short?  What it has done to justify all the failures?  Most will say that it is not the heart’s fault.  That it is being too hard on itself.  It’s the other person’s loss.  It never feels that way, though.  Anyway, today as I was thinking about broken hearts, I remembered a gentleman that I met in one of my clinicals back in the day.

I don’t remember much about him, but I do remember that he was angry.  Very angry.  He was a much older gentleman.  Not necessarily my grandparents’ age, but he was up there.  He had been into art, history, or books….maybe all the above.  I don’t quite remember, but I remember he had a very scholarly, artsy way about him.  The kind of stereotype you would see in the movies, I guess.  A bit on the pretentious side, but thinking back now it would seem that maybe he had earned the right.  Anyway, along his life he had one love and it didn’t end well.  He was angry.

I don’t remember the exact details on the subject.  They had parted ways, though. I think it was the other that had decided to go.  Their paths had gone in different directions and this gentleman I spoke to now, he was paying the price.  I am not sure how long they had been parted, but it was evident in the way he spoke that he had allowed his heart to become cold,hard…..angry and I mean, A.N.G.R.Y.

I am sure that his current situation did not help.  Sitting alone in a nursing home, because he was unable to completely care for himself.  I am thinking a lot of it was the being alone.  He had no pictures of family.  If I remember, he had no family.

I am not sure what made me think of him.  Like I said, I haven’t given him much thought since that day at my clinical.  I don’t even remember how long he was there.  I do not even remember seeing him again. I feel like it was only the once.  However, I guess if I was to put on my psychiatrist hat, I could definitely figure out what made me think of him.  I think that we all could, without pulling out the psychological analysis.  Anyway.

I think that the take away here is to accept the broken heart but not allow oneself to become jaded.  Angry.  Not everyone does this, but I feel like I’ve talked to a lot of jaded people lately.  People that are pessimistic about love.  I have a friend that is happily married but so negative about love.  Another that just doesn’t believe that love exist.  A third that is going through a divorce and doesn’t want anymore serious relationships because this will be his second divorce.  However, it is just not about love relationships-is it?

The man in my story, he had no one.  He was alone.  Most likely because he was angry and honestly a bit on the hateful side.  A way that I know many of us have found ourselves in the wake of grief, sadness, devastation, or whatever else is thrown on our way on the negative side. I know that I have, but what I am realizing as I type this…we can’t alienate people because of our pain.  When we are suffering through whatever, some of us do tend to alienate because we already feel alone.  Alone because we are unsure, or scared, or know that no one will truly understand what we are going through.  However, if we are not careful….we really could end up being actually alone.

I don’t honestly know if there is an easy solution to this.  There most likely isn’t, but I know that no one deserves to be sitting alone in a nursing home….bitter and angry because of a life that didn’t go their way.  Do we really choose our paths?  I don’t know where I stand on that, but I am starting to see that we do have a choice on how many people actually stick around.  Some will leave on their own, but I’d rather them do that than it being because I wasn’t willing to let them in when I needed them most.

This is just some random thoughts.  Do not take anything away from it other than a message of thought.  I chose an old picture to post, because of the content.  I’ll post a fresh pic the next time.  Until then-live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

Off a Utah Highway

DSC_6267My first experience in Utah was not the greatest.  The unnecessary pullover by an overzealous cop because I had out of state plates.  The ridiculous woman that yelled out me for walking up under an arch, which is totally allowed.  The crazy amount of tourist at 6am.  Sleeping in my car because I couldn’t find a place to set up my tent.  Paying for one night in a motel room, what I would have paid for a week at a campsite.  The ridiculous sunburn that I got.  I mean…talk about red and even the breeze hurt but I digress.  Not the greatest experience, but it had perks.

I absolutely loved the scenery and I wasn’t opposed to driving the highways and roads that ran through it.  I can’t deny that it was a bit of heaven.

Off that main highway I was on sat a little cemetery up on a hill.  I’ve seen plenty of cemeteries and this wasn’t like the rest.   I’m not sure what it was, but there was something.  It seemed like it both a garden and cemetery.   It is also apparently a tourist type destination as picnic tables have been placed about.  I don’t think it is for typical tourist, but for some other kind.  I guess my kind of tourist.  Not really sure what that is, but there are different types I think.  I’m one of the other kind.

Not only did this little garden, memorial type cemetery have a ridiculous amount of lizards running amuck; a few visitors sat afoot.  Or maybe guardians at this point.  You can tell by their fur they had been there a while.  Through the rain, the wind, and whatever else has come their way.  They have been through it all. I suspect a few tears by those who left them.

These two seemed to be life long friends, placed together.  One or two others sat by themselves.  I can see the tiredness in the way they slouched and the sadness is in the reality of where they sit.

I saw not the dates on the plots where they sat, so I know not the age of that in which they watch over.  Still, I wonder their story.  Were they left by a devastated parent?  Maybe a heartbroken child.  Maybe they were left because the one that passed loved stuff animals.  Or had them for years.  I don’t know.  It may not have been out of sadness at all.  The possibilities are endless but limited, I’m sure.  Still they have a story and I cannot help but be intrigued by what I see.  They say so much without saying anything at all.

I hope that you like this picture.  Until the next time:  live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

The Window

DSC_0604.jpgI have many of pictures yet from my trip this past year out west.  I still have many that I have not edited, and so many I’ve not posted.  At first, I was surprised that I had not posted this one yet and then I remembered that I’ve actually posted very little this year; especially, here of late.

I really thought that I had posted this one, but I think I posted it to FB and Instagram, not here on WordPress.  I’m posting it now, so better late than never I suppose the story goes.

I took this picture in the Arches.  I can’t recall which arch this was, but most of them had quite the view.  There were a couple that I didn’t get to see because I became a little uncomfortable on the hike.  There were some passages with steep drops and a lot of people.   I don’t know if I was about to have an actual panic attack, or if I just thought that  I should have but I didn’t finish it and turned around.  I think had there been less people, I would have been more opt to travel across the first rocky bridge thing but there were just so many people.  This arch wasn’t one of them, but just the same….still a lot of people.  Apparently, everyone gets an early start in Arches National Park.  The early bird still has to fight for the worm in this one.

I have been working on editing tricks and am thinking that I might try later to re-edit this one, but for now…I think I like it the way that it is and hope that you do as well.  ”

I thought I had more to say, but that train has derailed.  Until the next time….live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~