Once again I’ve been horrible about blogging. Even though I do not even have to write, just post a picture, I’ve found it hard to do. I could list the reasons why, but honestly at this point they just feel like excuses. I post on Facebook, I’m not sure why it has been so difficult for me to do that here.
I think part of me feels like Facebook requires less brain capacity. I usually do it in those moments that I need not to think or use too much of my memory. My brain runs about as fast as my computer these days, which is not a good thing; especially, since my computer is literally falling apart. Popped a hinge a few months back and thanks to COVID, wasn’t able to get it fixed. It is now held together with E600 and a lot of determination. Even duck tape wasn’t strong enough for this fix.
Anyway, as I typed that paragraph out-it made me realize, that might be part of my problem. I was talking to my brother-in-law the other day and struggled to say the word shoulder. I do not use my brain nearly enough these days. Even my new job hasn’t required the brain utilization that I thought that it would. I’m thankful that I have it, it is much better than having been laid off and having to struggle to find a new job…but still. No complaints, just sayin.
I think, like the majority, Covid and quarantine (and other social issues) have taken their toll. I know that they have taken their toll and being someone who is very into mental health, I’ve not been doing good about taking care of my own. I’m working on that.
Even as I type I am sitting outside on my patio. Geese and duckies about, eating up the birdseed scattered on the ground. There is this one goose, I’ve named him Whittey (you’ll meet him later), he and his flock have returned for the second time this morning. He tolerates me, figured out I’m the one with the food. He and flock are jerks, though. Bullies and not in the normal jack*** goose kind of way. More on them later.
I’ve been trying to make it a habit to sit outside everyday. Part of my routine. I read somewhere that routines are good for the health. I’ve started a “when I get out of bed routine” and an outside routine. I sit outside and read a chapter of my book (This one is about Johnny Cash-one of the only musicians that I fan girl over) and then I do some work on my computer. Provided both probably take me longer than they should…I get distracted by the ducks, geese, birds, and squirrels. I’m also sure the neighbors are quite entertained by watching me interact with them. Whitey and I have quite the exchange. Did I mention that he’s kind of a d***? I’m beginning to think that I might have way too much time on my hands.
I forgot where I was going with all that. Shocker. I’ve grown bored with most of the pictures that I took a year ago, or even the ones that I took at the zoo just months ago. It may be the lack of new vacation photos. I should have had a new batch. Outside of the “wildlife” that has been gracing my patio, there hasn’t been a lot of photographic opportunity. Haven’t felt like going anywhere. Not a lot going on around here. I am need of a break, so I have decided to take a trip.
I know that some will frown upon it. Emphasize all the risk, but the truth is…I need a rest. My brain needs a rest. My body needs a rest. That is something that I will not get around here, so I’ve decided to tuck away in a cabin in the mountains (more like steep hills) away from the population. I’m good at avoiding people, so I’m not really all that worried about exposure; especially, since so many places have contactless options these days. There is always going to be a risk at this point. Mask and clean hands, I’ve listened to the memos and the chants, I’ve got it. It’s not even half a day’s drive from me, so I consider it a day trip…that will last a week.
It will be nice to get some fresh pictures and be able to use my new camera on something other than the same old subjects. The picture posted is my newest set, it was a paid job. Mr. Legs, or as he is actually named “Crown Royal”. He was a boarder at the farm. He and his owner have since moved to another barn that is better suited for their needs. It happens, but he is a beautiful boy and extremely photogenic.
He’s also just a baby. A five-year-old off the track thoroughbred. There is something about OTTBs, I don’t know what it is. It was also nice to be able to photograph a horse that just kind of did his own thing. He’s got some power and if you are not on top it, he will get over on you (as displayed during our shoot).
It may sound strange, to say that he did his own thing, but sometimes (depending on the person holding the horse) the shoots seem to be more structured and the horse doesn’t really get the freedom to be a horse. Stand still, head up, ears up….I get tired of structured. Some of the other shoots, I wouldn’t have been able to get shots like this.
This is my all time favorite shot. It is also the shot that has stressed me out the most, because I’m afraid that I won’t be able to match its popularity. It has been one of the most liked photos that I’ve posted. That makes me happy and worried at the same time. I try not to stress about it. I am sure that I will have other great shots, but only time will tell.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~