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Buffaloed by Pipe Dreams

DSC_3034It has been about four years since my original visit to Wyoming.  I wanted to be super exited about this trip.  My photography skills had improved, I wasn’t taking the zone, it’s early enough in the season that it shouldn’t be busy, and overall it should just be a great trip.  That is what I thought.

I didn’t start in Wyoming.  I stopped in South Dakota to rest up because I was driving.  It should have only taken me half a day to get to Wyoming, but I took advantage of the time and it took me a good 12 or so hours to actually arrive.  Now for those that have not visited the Grand Tetons or Yellowstone, the majority of the campsites are first come-first serve.  Most are also not open very early in May, so I am thinking it is early enough that I can get a campsite and the parks won’t be busy….Yeah, I was wrong…so very, very wrong.
DSC_3041Since I didn’t get to the Tetons until well after 9 at night, it was too late to go to any of the three campgrounds that were open.  At the time, at least two of them had not filled yet.  Two of them were also in Yellowstone, which by the luck of all that is mine…were still a few hours away and I was exhausted but I was positive and thinking I got this. It will be fine.

I won’t whine about sleeping in my car, but I slept in my car which my body didn’t approve of.  I woke up early as I always do, so I headed for Yellowstone because I wanted to spend the day there.  It also contained two of the campgrounds and they were the cheapest out of the three that were open.  Thinking I still had time, I stopped at Old Faithful.  Some of you may remember that my first visit to Old Faithful was not fulfilling as he proved to unreliable after I stood around for hours waiting for him to go off which he never did.  He made up for it, but this is not about that.  He’ll be another day.  DSC_3050After Old Faithful, I took a hike and as I was finishing my loop this beautiful beast appeared.  I sat down on a log about two fancy RV’s away and eventually he wondered closer, but he was paying me no mind.  I snapped some pictures and decided to go to the convenient store across the way and grab some food since I had yet to eaten.
DSC_3045When I walked in I saw a restaurant of sorts and chose to eat there instead.   If you stop in Yellowstone, I recommend the Old Faithful Basin.  I cannot attest to their bison meat, but their regular burgers are pretty amazing.  With that said, after I finished I went on my way.

As I’m walking I see this undetermined figure at the time motioning to something.  I realize that this beauty was still lingering and made his way to a tree.  For some reason, this figure seemed focused on me. I don’t know why and I would have said otherwise until I took another couple of steps and the undetermined became a woman yelling at me that I was too close to the bison.  I assure my fellow blog readers, I was not.  I was still over a fancy RV and a half away and the farthest thing from his eyesight and his mind.  Ms. Yeller on the other hand, was barely a car length away and so was the guy standing the sidewalk adjacent from her, so why she was so fixated on me…I’ll never know.    Think she wasn’t?  I didn’t want to think so either.DSC_3053After spewing some things that I know she couldn’t actually hear like, “I’m not too close. I know what I’m doing,”  she turned and walked away.  As she was walking away I took another step and unbeknownst me, she had noticed and yelled at me to walk around.  Well, as I was walking around I noticed there was a guy literally two feet from Mr. Beauty’s hind side and yet I’m the one that she was worried about.

As I got closer, I realized that she was a ranger of sorts. I’m guessing a new ranger because I have never seen the rangers out there before and no one was yelling at me when I was a lot closer.  Now, I realize that she was just doing her job and I cannot truly knock her for that.  She didn’t know me and to her, I was just some dumb tourist with a camera.  But here’s a secret, folks, I may push my luck and I do but I never push it to the extent that I am disrespecting the animal or intentionally putting them, or myself, in danger.  If I am considerably too close, they came into my space…rarely the other way around.  I do get closer than the “rule” allows, but I maintain, watch, observe, and read.  I am usually not the problem.  And everyone that was involved this day, I was the least likeliest to be hurt.  Not to mention, if he had wanted to charge….it wouldn’t have mattered how far away any of us were.  DSC_3062So, after getting yelled at by Jr. Ranger…again, this time for stepping off the path for trying to get out of someone’s way, I had-had it with Old Faithful.  I decided to try and find the Yellowstone campgrounds, one of which was still and hour away and the other which was still more so than that.  I drove and drove and soon realized how mistaken I was that there wouldn’t be a crowd this time of year.   I also under estimated the number of trails that would actually be open for non-snow prepared hikers.  Hint:  none.  DSC_3067 I eventually found the first campground and it was now full.  I didn’t bother looking for the other two because what took me a short time to get took forever to get back to.  Between being the fixture of someone’s misplaced anger, traffic, construction, and bear traffic (not as exciting as it sounds and a story for another day) I was reaching my limitations.  I headed back to the Tetons where there was less snow, less rangers, and a tolerable amount of traffic.  DSC_3068Despite all of that, I made the most out of my time and got some decent pictures of this beautiful boy.  I never did get a campground, it became unworthy of the trouble.  I’d also decided that the next day would be my last day in the Grand Teton/Yellowstone area.  Too many tourist for early May and too many people messing with my vibe.  It was time to move on.  I hope you think the pictures are worth it, though.  He’s one of the only things that made my day in Yellowstone worth it.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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Entry 610

DSC_0695Entry 610: A buffalo stands off in the distance. I passed him a while back, he did not notice. He stood there with a bird upon his back. I am closer now, must take pictures. He will be none the wiser.

I stopped, had to change my lens. The bird flew away and now the buffalo faces me. His gaze fixated on me as if to make sure that I made no sudden movements. I was not close enough to capture his attention. I had no made no noise. So, how did he know that I was there. Sixth sense? Animal sense? It was probably the prairie dogs. Of course they ratted me out. Damn prairie dogs. DSC_0701I stood my ground. He stood his. I snapped my picture and now he is turning his back towards me. The threat has clearly been lifted. Either that or he feels I’m too far away to make it worth an effort. Guess I will carry on my way.

Thank you, Mr. Buffalo.DSC_0723

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

One With the Tree…

DSC_1914Sometimes you just have to become with the tree. I am actually surprised that I had not posted these already.  I did them sometime ago.  They are some of my favorites.  DSC_1916The weather was so touch and go this past trip.  One minute it was raining and the next it was a sunny as could be.  I should not be surprised considering last year I experienced all four season in one hour (that sadly is not an exaggeration).   Thanks to the luck of the buffalo, it was quite sunny and beautiful when I took these. This guy and his buddies gave me the perfect scene.  Just hanging out by the trees in Prairie Dog town. DSC_1922I didn’t have to do a lot to these photos.  They did the work on their own.  The sun was right. The buffalo were cooperating. I stuck with my big lens.  I trusted my fingers, my mind to make the right call.  DSC_1930I was reluctant to say that.  I don’t know if that is true.  I was trying to think about it because I needed these pictures today.   A reminder I guess.  We all have those moments.  Overthink things.  Something that we’ve been doing for a while.  Something that we are trying to make  goal of.  We begin to doubt our abilities.  I didn’t really doubt my ability. I doubted my ability to be able to offer certain versions of photos.

A few people have suggested that they will be reaching out for photos.  I was also thinking about the upcoming September show.  I get overwhelmed and I overthink.  When I am home I tend to think about the photos that I’m taking. I overthink them.   Most are taken with a purpose these days so I’m constantly thinking about it.  Worried about getting them just right and lately it seems like I’ve hit that rut again.  When I’m on vacation, there is no thinking. No focusing. Just doing.  I need to learn to do that everyday.  Things turn out better when you don’t overthink things.

DSC_1950This set of vacation photos…by far some of my favorite.  I’ve still got quite a few go through and have not shared many of them on here, but I am done with my buffalo photos…they are awesome.  At least to me.  Hope you agree.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

This….

DSC_0648 (2)This may be a bit deceiving.  It is not as it appears.  It’s not a buffalo?  Well, the scholarly will tell you no, because there are no buffalo in the United States.  It is a bison.  Soapbox, I’ll move on.  It is a buffalo.  He is grazing.  He is not at sunset.  Wait! What?  You heard me right.

This picture was actually taken in the afternoon.  High and harsh sun battling it out with some wanna be storm clouds.  For a while, the sun won.  So, why does this picture look like a silhouette at sunset?  Filters and a lot of shade.  This guy was so dark that when I shot the photo, the shadow being cast upon him made look like a silhouette against a big blue sky.   Beautiful, but not what I was really wanting.

I could have tried to turn up the shade and down the highlights.  I actually did on another, but I didn’t like the way that he looked at that moment.  I wanted something different. I wanted this and I think it looks pretty gosh darn good. Hope you do too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

One down….

DSC_8863-2bwMy first art show is done and over with.  It was by far from being a success, but I guess ultimately I knew that it would not be.  I did my best to mingle and try to connect. I think that I did okay with that part.  I learned a bit about what would work and what didn’t, so here’s to the next one.

The picture…I hope that it speaks for itself.  I did two different versions, but I think I like the top one better.  There was nothing wrong with the original.  The lighting was good enough. The backdrop was good enough…I just got bored, so I played.  I hope that you like the final result.
DSC_8863Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Journal Entry #505

DSC_2853I know that I should stay in my car.  There are too many other cars and someone else will decide to get out.  Someone always thinks that they need to join me.  “She’s doing it, why can’t I.”  They’ll get out and get all involved and muck of the moment.  Probably tick off the beauties, run them off.  Oh, good they are leaving.

I get out of my car and find a place on the pavement.  I can hear the voices now, “They’re dangerous and unpredictable.”  Yes, I know.  I’ve got this.  I’m at least three fancy RV lengths away.  I respect them. I’m not imposing my presence on them and I’m not running up to them.  It will be fine.

Seriously, don’t get your spurs all rusted up and tangled up in tumbleweed.  I was hiking yesterday and ran into like 6 and a coyote and lived to tell about.  Besides, if it is my time to go…what better way to go at the moment.
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I feel like I’m being stared at. Am I being stared at?  Where is that coming from?

Hey there, cutie! Are you looking at me?  Is he looking at me?  Maybe he’s just afraid that I will reach out and touch him.  There’s plenty of space, he can go far around me.  He’s not going around me.  Is he coming up to me? Surely, he’s not coming up to me?  He’s getting awfully close. Should I be worried? I should probably get back in my car.  Yes, I should most definitely get back in my car.  Oh, my.

Well, hello there.  Are you going to eat my camera?  Are you going to eat me?  Is your mama going to come slam me against the car.  Crap.  Here comes a car. They’re slowing down and staring. I need to act like I’m avoiding you.

He’s following me. Are you following me?  He’s seriously following me.  Why are you following me?  Must stop smiling.  We’ve gone around my entire car.  The other car has driven past.  Can I pet you?  No, no I should not pet you. I cannot take you home and call you George. I’m going to do it. Wait…no, there’s another car.  I’m going to leave now.
DSC_2860Stop looking at me like that. I cannot pet you.  One of these people will think that they can do it too.  Go away. Go act like a buffalo.  I’m getting in my car now.  Don’t.  Don’t do that.  Don’t look at me with those big doughy eyes and rub against my car.  What’s this idiot doing?  No, not you, honey.  The idiot that just got out of his car and is approaching that big, giant beast that is 10x bigger than you are.  This cannot possibly end well.

Guy gets back in his car unscathed.   That is good…yes, that is good. I’m not disappointed.  It is good.  It is.  Yes.  Though, I do wish that big beast had stood up and knocked the guy down a notch of two from that cocky arrogance he is walking with.  I didn’t say that. Don’t judge.

**No buffalo, or idiots, were harmed during this moment.  And no…as much as I wanted to, I did not pet a buffalo nor pick him up and put him in my car.**

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Angles…Perspectives

DSC_0607Or something.   Either way, I’m not sure that I have posted this particular angle of this beauty.  I couldn’t find it any of my “already used” photos anyway.  I’ve also played around with it, so even if I have….it should be different.  Should being the key word.  Just the same, I hope you like him.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography