I was once reminded that our words are always out there. Once we put them on the internet, that is it. Whether we delete them from the original posting or not, they can always be found.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately. Like a lot, even for me. I have also been thinking about how one my uncle’s told me once that i had become too different. The way I thought, my thinking process…it had become too different. I now sit and wonder the implications of that statement.
I have had a lot of thoughts and I’ve said a lot of words. I used to think that I never said anything that I didn’t mean, but now I wonder if that is true. There are so many psychological aspects to why we do and say things that we do. I am sure that mine came from a place of meaning at the time, but now…looking back, they stand with more question than they did at the time. Hindsight, am I right?
I won’t delve into all that right now. I’ve just been thinking about my old blog post and whether they represent what I want them to. What I thought was me? I know deleting them may be pointless. Maybe be moot. Still, I don’t know. Just bouncing thoughts for now.
The picture above is Picasso. He is a wild mustang in the basin in Colorado. He was the first to greet me when I entered the basin. Let me know I was on the right course, because it took me a while to find it. The directions failed me, go figure. The “Verizon go anywhere” apparently has its limitations. Always has its limitations, or I’m just really good at finding those places that Verizon doesn’t go.
Anyway, at the time Picasso was a lone bachelor. From my understanding he was ran out of his herd. The younger generation. I don’t know what his status is today, I was hoping to make it back there this year to see if he was still about and to spend more time in the basin. Here’s to hoping that is still an option as we maneuver through our current reality.
Until the next time. Enjoy the picture.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~