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Music Man

dsc_6972Trent Tomlinson concert 2018.  Mr. Colt Prather on guitar.

It is becoming an annual tradition for my friends and I.  This is our third year since I moved back to Indiana.  I don’t know if there will be a fourth year.  A lot can change in a year.  It is on my wish list.  That even if I’m not here than I will at least come back to keep up tradition.

Wish list. That is what I’ve decided to make.  Instead of plans.  I’m just adding things to my wish list.  When I make plans, they rarely work out.  So, I figure that I will just add things to my wish list and do what I can.  If it works out than it is meant to be and if not, well then it doesn’t.

My wish list includes many things.  I’ve applied to grad school, which today seems absurd for my age but it donned on me today that on the 17th of February, I will have been at my job for 10 years.  10 long and agonizing years.  I stay because of the money. I stay because of the benefits.  I stay because right now, there isn’t any real choice in the matter.  I can say that there is.  We often do, but when I take into consideration the things that I’ve already mentioned….well, like I said.

Isn’t that the way it is. We do what we have to do until we don’t have to do it anymore.  It is just the way that it is.  It is neither a bad thing nor a good thing.  It just is.

I hope that you enjoy the picture.  I edited it a while ago, but I have been touching pictures in one way or another as I set out to do.  I’ve also written everyday, but to be fair…it is only day three and there are 362 left.  I can do this.  We can do this.  Bring it on 2019.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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Remembering…

DSC_1404.jpgThe fingers of a woman remembering her husband. A friend stands from behind as if to protect.   I don’t know if the picture reveals what was in the moment, but it was a moment.  The guy in the cowboy hat, one of two members of Halfway to Hazard.  I’d heard of them, but never listened to their music.  MG helped them get their start if I remember.  This particular hat, did not really leave her side.  So, this moment…this as good as I could get, but I still think that it says something. I hope that you agree.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Feel….

DSC_99942This is another one of those “not the best” photos but worth sharing, because I think that it is an amazing photo. Not the coloring. Not the exposure. Not the lighting.  No, not any of that.  I think this is an amazing photo, because I think it shows what he was feeling at the moment.

Mr. Trent had bronchitis the night of this photo, but he didn’t want to cancel the concert.  Even sick he put on an amazing show, but this moment….this moment was for him. He was struggling to sing and asked the audience for help, of course we know knew the lyrics and most of the people starting to sing. I didn’t, because nobody wants to hear that.  And though it wouldn’t have mattered, because no one would have cared-I did and so I didn’t.  This was Trent closing his eyes and just taking in the fact that so many people knew his music and were just singing along. He was just taking it all in.

So, again…I know that it is not necessarily the greatest picture, but I hope that you like it too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

The Colt…

DSC_0034I would be lying if I said that this guy didn’t make my night.  I first saw him long ago.  2013, I believe at the Hollywood Casino in Columbus, OH.  He was playing with Keith Anderson.

Beyond his striking good looks, he is amazingly talented.  I had also caught his eye and he stopped, looked at me, and smiled so I could take a picture.  There was a woman in front of me that was pretty sure he was staring at her.  He was not.  My friends knew.  The woman, she was less than happy when she figured it out too.  Oh, the look I got from her.  This moment was not in my head, everyone knew.  My friends and I still joke about it.

I had thought about keeping that moment to myself, but it is worth the share. I have several moments worth sharing, but not all the pictures are on digital. Oh, the days of film.  I have a craft tub full of printed pictures and autographs and I’m not talking some shoe box type either.  Trust me it is a lot.  Maybe I will dig them out to tell those stories. Of course, that is if you would like to hear.

Anyway, that night all those years ago…I chose not to try to meet him. I didn’t really realize that was an option until we had gotten in line to meet Keith.  Then I saw people talking to Mr. Colt and well we stayed in line and so I missed my opportunity.  One I waited four years to have again.  Merry Christmas to me.

Dec 22, 2017.  I was having a bad day. Nothing fit the way it was supposed to. I was feeling old and out of shape.  Normally I was excited for concert nights, this night I was just over it and part of me had honestly contemplated not going but I did. I spent the money and I truly, truly hate wasting money.  Then I thought that I was going to have to sit by myself.  My friend and her husband were at table 15 and I was at table 14.  You would think these tables would be next to each other…they were not.  Whoever set up the tables put table 15  on one side of the pit (fenced off area where everyone could go and stand) and 14 on the other side.  By this point, I was completely over it.

As I sat there, my friend came over to talk.  As it got closer to start time for the boys, it became apparent that no one else bought seats at my table (or at least they didn’t show up) and so my friends ended up coming over and sitting with me.  Then Colt Prather came out on stage.  My mood lifted.

I decided to hang around after the concert to try to meet him officially.  We are “Friends” on Facebook for whatever that is worth and I had wished him a happy birthday in which he responded.  He’s really just that kind of guy, I think.  Anyway, when he saw me standing there he gave me a one-arm hug and said that it was good to see me as it had been a while.  I agreed.

We were going to take a picture, but he was in high demand and asked for a few minutes, so that he could just come down to us (he was still standing on the stage).  After a while, he disappeared off stage and I waited. I waited. I waited.  The group to see him had grown larger and I was hanging off outside the group.  I’m just not that girl and I’m barely that kind of fan.

After a bit, I was kind of convinced that he was not going to come back.   It was now late. The concert hadn’t started until 1045 and it was now after midnight if not 1am.  It was okay. I felt like I’d have another opportunity…I hope. Maybe.  Probably.  Maybe not.  Who really knows?  Anyway, so I left and messaged him telling him that he owed me a picture.  He messaged back and said that he had come back looking for me.  He had to put his gear on the bus…I didn’t wait long enough.  Story of my life.  I have really got to work on that patience thing.

Still…it was a moment.  One that makes me smile and shake my head. Those are the kind that I like.  With that said, I hope that you didn’t mind hearing about it.
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Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography