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Work In Progress…

DSC_0103Actually the person playing these is hardly a work in progress nor is his mad guitar playing skills.  It just kind of seemed like a good title as it is kind of the story of my life.  Everything is always a work in progress.

I guess ultimately that is how life always goes, though.  At least for some of us.  Everything that we want, aim for…it is always a work in progress.  Sometimes we get there and sometimes we don’t.  Some of us take that as a sign to try a different path and some of us take it as a sign to try even harder.  Me…I teeter the line. Sometimes I try harder and sometimes I change paths.  Me…I’m always a work in progress.  However, I’m realize that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

How about you?  Do you feel you are always a work in progress?  Whatever your answer, I hope you have a beautiful day and tomorrow. DSC_0106
Montana Rose Photography

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Down to the Water

SONY DSCI was actually going to say, “Down to the wire,” but I figured that didn’t make a lot of sense. I am down to the wire though and obviously in this picture I was down to the water. In a sense, I was down to the wire in this picture as well.

I took this picture my last night in Wyoming.  It was around six or seven at night, which meant that it was nine or ten back home and I had exactly one day to get back to Ohio.  Yeah…I didn’t make it home in time.  Had I had the PTO to spare, I would have just said forget it.  This always seems to happen to me.  I’m always seeming to be pushing the wire when I’m hours away from where I need to be.  That is where I am at with this move.

My planned move is here in about two weeks.  I have to be out by the end of March, but it will be easier to clean and paint if my stuff is not exactly in it. Not to mention, just easier to move around my apartment.  I am no where near ready to move and in attempts to get a jump on it, I started packing things and somehow ended up with a chaotic environment.  Probably because this apartment is actually big enough for piles of boxes, the zone, and myself.  Still, I’m getting down to the wire and need to get a move on.

What is really funny about this…seven years ago at this exact same time, I was in the exact same position as I was preparing to move here in the first place.  I know this, because Facebook decided to remind me of that with a post I posted on that day 7 years ago.  How strange; especially, since I’m going back to the same place in which I left.  Not ideal and part of me has been hoping that job changes their mind and calls me before I leave, but now it is getting too close to matter.  Everything happens for a reason and I’m just rolling with it (for now).

I’ve got some big plans for this year that I’m really excited about. If they work out that will be great and should involve some great pictures.  There are some beautiful old theaters in Chicago and I’ll only be about two hours from there.  I hate driving the I-90 (or is it the I-80…I don’t remember which just that it sucks horribly and has a ridiculous amount of toll roads), but it should be worth it for a day there and taking in a musical.  I don’t really know why I have the sudden desire to see a musical.  I never have in the past.

I also have some friends that live in Florida.  I think that I’m finally going to make the trip there.  It’s only been about 4-5 years since they moved there.  The Salvador Dalí museum is near there and I love Salvador’s work.

If I do all that, I don’t know if I will make it to go camping with the buffalo in South Dakota, but I might squeeze that one in.  I’ll be staying with my parents for a while and believe me…I’m  going to need to get away. 🙂

Anyway, I’ve got much to do today so it is time that I bid adieu.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography

Stonewalling….

DSC_0271 (3)I feel poetic and yet I cannot think of a poem.  I’m sure it will come back to me.  I could call it writer’s block, but honestly…I think that my muse has just taken a vacation.  She’ll return, she always does.  Besides it’s not like I have nothing to say.  I always have something to say.

There is a soapbox about that one, but I will digress.  You know how I feel about soapboxes; however, the funny part is…someone tried to make me feel bad about not jumping on soapboxes and ranting.  They said they didn’t feel like I was being open and true to who I was and said my way of writing was a stonewall tactic.  That person is no longer a part of my life.

I’m not the kind of person that feels the need to go around in circles with people.  If it is clear that we are just going to continue to reiterate our stances and not actually meet  a mutual ground, I get bored. It is not that I’m stonewalling, I just have no reason nor interest in continuing the conversation.  I don’t feel the need to argue with people and I don’t feel the need to listen to people bash others. I also do not feel the need to listen to someone who is just continuing the conversation to be confrontational.  That is some bad juju and I do not have time for it.  That is being true to who I am.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t really given the opportunity to defend myself, but that is okay.  At first I was angry, but then I remembered something…I’m the kind of girl that decides last minute that she’s driving thirty hours to camp out in the Grand Tetons for two days.  I’m the kind of girl that goes to see bull riders by herself and listens to strangers talk about their lives out in the middle of nowhere.  I’m the kind of girl that drives 9 hours with only a dog in tow and a baseball behind the seat to explore battlefields, waterfalls, and an island filled with horses (some of which she never-ever sees).  The kind of girl that loves Krav Maga and dancing. That chooses her campsites based off of whether or not there will be bears or buffalo roaming behind her tint (the kind of girl that really cannot bring herself to call them bison.  They’ve been buffalo since I was kid growing up in that Oklahoma town).   I’m the kind of girl that loves art, but lives for bonfires.  The kind of girl that will go to the ballet as long as she can wear her boots with her dress.  I’m the kind of girl that does speak her mind, but will not allow anyone to disrespect her for doing so.  I’m the kind of girl that runs barefoot in the rain and still likes to make snow angels.  The kind of girl that can smile at those she disagrees with and walk away from the conversation without feeling the need to justify her stance.  I’m a wild and free-spirited ball of fire. I am who I am and I’ll always be just fine.

That was a little soapboxy…I apologize.  I’ve also now forgotten where else I was going with that.  I could ramble some more, but…I should say something about the picture.  It’s pretty. It’s from Wyoming. It was at sunset. That’s about it. 🙂  Seriously, though, I really kind of love it and I hope you do too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Nest it….

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What can be said about this.  It is obviously a nest. I know, I know.  You are surprised aren’t you?

What are nests?  A structure made by birds (for sake of the pictures).  Every little nook and cranny.  Every detail.  Every piece of dried grass, string, and whatever else that bird found to build it.  It is a creation, hand made (beak made) to settle down, lay eggs and raise babies until they’re ready to go out on their own.  Simple enough, but it is me…let’s make this complicated.  🙂  I kid.  I won’t make it overly complicated, but that does have me thinking.

That is exactly what life is.  Each of our lives, we can pick and choose the pieces that we use to build are own little nest.  Some of us out grow the nest and have to start over again, but so do birds.  Either way, our life and where we end up…that is on us.  We pick the dried pieces of grass and the string, the mud, and what have you.  We choose how to arrange (use) those pieces to build our structure, our lives.  We build our nest. We decide what it looks like.  We are the ones that have to make it work.  Preachy, I know and  I apologize.

My own nest is changing.  I am stopping for a layover in between here and my destination. I have to pick up some pieces to make sure that my structure is solid. It was not the original plan that I started a month or so ago.  It is even different than what it was a week ago.  We have to adjust our nest to go with the wind and my wind is constantly throwing in direction changes.  I’m good with that, though.  I also don’t know what the final product is going to look like, but I look forward to whatever it is.  Guess that is the joy of being a wild, wild child. It’s a beautiful and crazy life. Let’s do this.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
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Montana Rose Photography

Traveling Alone

DSC_0044 (2)~I travel alone. Not because I have too, but because I choose to do so.  I travel alone. Not because I do not love others, but because I love myself. I travel alone. Not because it is better to be alone, but because I am capable to doing so.  I travel alone. Not because I weak, but because I am strong  enough to do so.  I travel alone, because in all that is glory is freedom. The freedom of being wild and taking with me only what I need to survive.~

The lone boy.  In all his glory.  Him and  the others. I sometimes wish that I had half of their agility and grace.

I hope you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Horse Rules….

DSC_0232The rules are simple: Do not touch the horses. Do not feed the horses. Stay at least a bus length away from the horses.

Now provided that last one is often a bit easier said than the done, but the others are simple and doable. Unfortunately, they are also the ones that I saw broken more and more over this last trip that I took.  It was rather aggravating.

Now, don’t get me wrong…I tend to be a, “Don’t try this at home,” risk-taker.  Climbing something that is a little questionable.  Tending to get a little too close to a big ole bull moose (or bear),  but I know the limits and there are some rules that I really do not break.  Feeding and touching these animals is one of them.  It’s not only not good for the humans, it’s not really good for the animals.

I will stay off my soapbox, but seriously.

In these picture, the Sham and his girl had just gotten done eating something that some father told his son to toss on the ground for them.  Another woman encouraged her daughter (or niece or whatever) to get as close as she could so they could take a picture.  She then encouraged the girl to stick her hand out so that the female could sniff her hand.  Mind you, all three of the acts were performed five feet away from the sign that clearly stated not to do any of that.  So, yeah.

I’m  getting on my soapbox, but I’m just saying…rules.  Common sense.

These horses are not the typical domesticated beauties that roam around in pastures.  Her ears going back, that was not a sign of affection (and even domesticated horse owners know that.  Actually, any animal owner knows the indications of annoyance and anger).

Wild horses (as wild as they can be) and other wild animals, stop being so when we start treating them like domesticated beauties instead of the wild beauties they actually are.

Okay, I’m done. Sorry about that, apparently that was more of a tumbleweed in my spur than I thought that it was.  Closing back up the soapbox.

As far as these pictures, I love these two shots. The bottom one is my favorite.  The Sham, he had his eye on me the majority of the time.  I know my place. I did not cross that line (though I will not lie, there were a couple of times I was a little closer than I should be, but that wasn’t always my fault).
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Montana Rose Photography

The Pine Cone and the Horse

DSC_0366 (2)There is nothing like trying to take  a picture of a pine cone and getting interrupted by a horse.  Okay, so we know that is not true. I just really can’t remember if I did this on purpose or not. It is possible that I really was going for this effect, but that has been forever ago and now I really can’t recall.  Oh, these last few months.  Really, the whole last year and a half.

I won’t delve into the depths of that right now, but there will be some changes.  Ones that have been a long time coming. Ones that I have been planning, which is probably why they didn’t have them sooner.  I’ve got to stop planning as I tend to do better when I just do it on a whim (or as on a whim as possible at the time).

I will not be changing (paying) jobs at the present moment.  This is unfortunate and a blessing all at the same time.  It is forcing me to do something that I have actually wanted to do, which is relocate.  I no longer have any excuses to put that off and I’ve exhausted my patience and resources here in, “Why-o, why-o, why-o did I ever move to Ohio.”  It is time.  It is actually past time, but there is that part of me that had wished it had played out differently. Not for the sake of staying in Ohio, but for the sake of actually being able to utilize a license that I’ve spent a lot of time and money in obtaining and maintaining. Alas, I digress. Things work out the way they are suppose to.

My relocation will obviously be outside of Ohio.  I’m not really sure exactly where yet.  I have an idea, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now.  I have a bad habit of talking about things and then they fall through.  Want to make sure this goes the way that I want it to first.  I’m anxious and overwhelmed and all the above.  So much to do and not really a lot of time to do it in.
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As for my photography, I’m still not sure what this means.  Trying to make a business out of it has so far been unsuccessful and will be put on the back burner, but it will always be something that I do (even if for my own pleasure) so I am going to go ahead and attempt to keep my blog going for the time being.  I cannot say that this will be forever and a day as I’m kind of figuring out that I’ve got to stop making five year plans, but we’ll see how things go.

The move won’t be for a couple of months, so until then there should be no interruptions to my posting.  I thank all of my loyal supporters/followers. You all are rock and make a girl feel giddy about herself and what she likes to think is talent.  For now, I bid you adieu.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography