Archive | July 2020

The Sands…

DSC_6738Not really.  Kind of.  It was sandy, this is near the dunes.  These guys roam at this particular nature preserve.  Eh…kind of.

I will never pass up buffalo (yes, for those that are new, I know they are actually bison.  I grew up knowing them as buffalo and I like that better.)  Anyway, I will never pass up these beauties, but once you’ve been to somewhere like The Badlands, Custer State Park, Grand Tetons, Yellowstone, or somewhere like that….seeing guys like this is not really the same.

These guys were back behind a fence.  They’re dangerous and unpredictable, so yeah.  They have lots of acreage to roam on, but would I say that they “roam” the preserve?  Not really.  It is better than the last park I went to, though.  The last one, they had a much smaller area to roam around in.  This is a healthier environment in my opinion.

That is not putting it down. It is nice to be able to drive and hour to see these beautiful beast, but I like the hiking the mountains and hills to stumble across one or two (often more).  Watching them in their element as they watch me to ensure that I do not get to close.  I also like the curious ones that do not fear me and chase me around my car trying to figure me out.  Not in a dangerous way, he was curious but there were other people around so I had to “behave” and not be one of those people.  Of course, in theory, I probably shouldn’t have been out of my car in the first place.  Do not do what I do.

I know that they are dangerous.  I never press my luck. I watch them, I listen to them, and I respect them.  I am always a good fancy RV and half away, at least.  I know my limits and I know that no matter how fast, how far away I am….if I’ve crossed their comfort zone, they’re going to let me know it and I’m going down.

I wish more people would listen, observe, and be cautious.  A 72 year old woman got gored the other day by pushing a beauty’s boundaries.  She approached him numerous times to get a good picture….that is one time too many.   If he was already warning her, the first time was too close.  From my understanding, she got way closer than I ever would have… intentionally.  She also survived, as far as I know.    Thankfully, so did he.  This doesn’t always end well for the animals.

Anyway, Kankakee Sands is good for a quick fix.  If one is going solely for the intention of seeing the bison, they could end up disappointed.  Had I not decided to give it one more shot before heading home, I would not have seen them.  The “viewing” area was closed, but they had come up closer to the trails.  I’m not sure how close they are when the “viewing” area is open.  Not even sure even what exactly the viewing “area” is.  I cannot guarantee that I was walking where I should have been, but I also others and it was a trail, so I ventured.

I’m also not sure how large the herd actually is.  It appeared to be only a handful, but there could have been more out in the field.  They are still super cute, though, and I’ll probably go back.

I hope that you enjoy the pictures.

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Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

An Old Wooden Cross

DSC_6590It sat alone.  Far in the back of the cemetery.  Just an old wooden cross warn by time.  An old wooden cross with nothing more than a broken vase gracing its base.  An old wooden cross in a long forgotten cemetery hidden in the middle of nowhere.

She wondered about its occupant.  Was it an animal?  It was a human cemetery, or appeared to be.  Had they had a good life?  Did a loved one bury them?  Or had they grown forgotten and the marker was just a thoughtful gesture by someone who felt all graves should be marked?  She then began to wonder about herself.

Was this her fate?  Would this be all that was left of her?  She had grown tired.  More alone than ever before.  Some she had pushed away, some needed to go, and some were never there to begin with.  She wanted change.  She needed change.  Alas, the more she searched, the farther lost she became.  Was this her future to path?  A lonely life with tears no one would see.  She prayed daily for it be not, but her hope slowly faded with each passing day.

She took a deep breath and looked to the sky.  Praying for time to ensure that there was more to her journey.  That her life would not end with what it had become.  That she would be more than a nameless grave in a forgotten cemetery with just an old wooden cross marking where she laid.
DSC_6601I had pondered often what to write for these pictures.  This cemetery was interesting.  This was one of two very makeshift headstones.  There were only five graves total.  Lost in an old cemetery down some long forgotten road unless you are a hunter.  A cemetery long forgotten by time.

It also comes on a day of sadness for many.  For me, it was the loss of another musician that I loved.  Charlie Daniels, mostly known to non-country folk for The Devil Went Down to Georgia.  He was more than that.  He had many songs and he was a man of many words that didn’t hold his tongue.  Someone I would have loved to have met, but missed my chance…in small part thanks to money (Those are tickets that are not cheap) and then COVID and now his passing.  He did not die of COVID, he died of complications from a stroke.  He was 83.

He is not a man that will soon be forgotten.  His grave will not go nameless.

This post went on a sadder note than I had intended, but it is a sad day.  Between deaths, Covid cases, racial debates, political debates, mask debates….it is too much for a lot of us.  That is all I will say on the matter.   They are all heated topics and we still do not listen.  That is a huge part of our problem.  We are all guilty, because both sides are so passionate about their stance.  It is what drives, but right now-it is also what could destroy us.

I am refusing to fade to deep into the negative, though.  I believe that things can get better.  At least, I want to believe that things can get better.  I hope you are keeping your heads up as best you can as well.  DSC_6609Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~