Tag Archive | Hiking

Breakthrough

DSC_9798I am finally breaking through my pictures.  There is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel…vacation tunnel anyhow.  I do have a batch of photos that I took prior to leaving and some after returning…those will keep until sometime that is not now.

I know I posted a car the other day, but I’m really loving my ghost town old car series.  I am really loving a lot of my photos.

A friend on Facebook said that she’d like to know the history of the last car that I posted.  The truck.  I’m sure that there is history somewhere.  More about the town, I would think the rest would go without saying.   The cards obviously came from somewhere.  Maybe someone passing through the area and it broke down.  Or it belonged to whomever once owned the old house on the same portion of land.    All of that I’m sure is somewhere in the history books.  Either accuracy or bits and pieces put together by someone through their own research and/or assumptions.  I…I don’t really want to know the history.  Maybe it is that part of me that still thinks it is a storyteller, but I like to leave it all up for imagination in these types of scenarios.

I don’t know.  We all have our things, I guess.  I’ll let you do what you do when looking at this picture.  Either way, I hope that you like it.

Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

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Rusty Old In the Snow

DSC_9956As I walked this old dirt path looking for a “ghost town”, it began to snow.  It was incredibly cold this year in the Black Hills.  Some would say that I should have checked the weather…I did and I went the same time of year that I’ve gone the two years prior….weather is unpredictable and it is never the same.  This year was no different.  It was cold.  It was raining.  It was snowing.

I walked what seemed to be for miles.   It wasn’t, but it felt like it.  Slipping and sliding in the mud. Snow that grew heavier.  Temperatures that dropped.  I didn’t care. I was on a mission.

After sometime, I stumbled upon and old house.  I wondered around. Saw old cars.  Realized that the “ghost town” was really just an old house, and old concrete enclosure of sorts, some old structure remnants, and some old cars.  Maybe if I had walked up the muddy hill further down the path I would have discovered more, but I didn’t.  Did I mention it was cold and snowy…and muddy and I didn’t wear my cowboys boots.  We all know by now that I’m fearless when I am in my boots….if only.

DSC_9979I was more fascinated by the old cars anyway.  The house, I couldn’t nail down the pictures I wanted.  I still have some…I will get to them someday.  As far as this car, there wasn’t much to him.  I’m also pretty sure that it was more of a truck than a car. It looks truckish.  I also altered them.  There were a handful of old cars in this “ghost town”, but regular editing just didn’t seem to fit them.  They needed a ghostly, soft, and faded vintage type look to them.  I hope that you agree that this look fits.

Live, laugh, love, and let it Ride.

Unintentional Shot

DSC_1027.jpgSomewhere in the Coal Canyon of Colorado, I stood in a river bed.  Maybe just a creek bed.  It was anything but with only a bit of water flowing through.  Waiting on rain to come and fill it.  Rain that I could see moving in, but hoped that it would wait.  Driving on wet dirt roads gives me a bit of a panic.

I was searching for horses. Ones I would eventually find, but we know that I’m not one to miss a photo opportunity if I was smart enough to take my camera.

I don’t quite remember this picture.  However, to be fair I have upwards of an embarrassing amount of photos.  This apparently happens when you have large gig SD cards, 10 days on the road, and not a lot else to do.  Anyway, I do remember standing in the bank.  I do remember snapping all kinds of pictures just see what came about.  Apparently, this is one that came about.

It is an unintentional shot.  I am not even sure what I was necessarily going for.  The sky is not what I remember, but in the raw file it is just a grey wall.  I thought that it was sunnier, but I also remember that the rain really was moving in and must have taken over more of the sky than I remembered at this point.  I also think that it looks a bit on the long exposure side, which is strange because I wasn’t doing long exposures in this moment. I used a lens that I don’t normally use and a focal length that I don’t tend to play with.  I might have to make this more of a habit.   I also do not even remember putting a lot of thought into my scenery pictures on this hike.  All of these combined….I have an unintentional shot.

An unintentional shot or an unintentional outcome, I’m not sure.  What I am sure of is that I hope that you like it.

Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

Montana Rose Photography

The Poet’s Table

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“The Poet’s Table”
 
Built by the self named Vegabond Poet in the 1960s. It has sat in this particular spot for 16 plus years, though it was not the original location. I will not disclose the location for the same reason many are angry about the ones that have. Even if I did, it would not matter….over the weekend people took it upon themselves to remove not only the table and chairs, but the books and keepsakes people left behind. Left behind as a tradition, because that is what the site became. A place to hike to and leave a note or something to show you were there.
 
I found myself torn as there was graffiti on the walls of the mountain alcove. Graffiti?  Why do people feel the need to write on everything, but it has become a custom for this particular spot.  There is chalk for the option.

The suspects stated they did it because no one was taking care of it.  Considering the location, I’m not sure what they were expecting.  I’m also not sure the condition when they saw it.  When I was there, there was nothing there that would justify (except for the graffiti) that there is a disrespect for the area.  At least not at first, by the end of my trip  people had started leaving behind water bottles.  Plastic, store bought water bottles.  I’m sure they would justify it by saying that it is tradition to leave something behind.  Um…there’s a different between leaving something of thought and leaving something of trash and leaving a plastic water bottle is just laziness.  Especially, when there is a community trash bag a few feet away.

The suspects that took it upon themselves to remove the items, sawed the table in half to carry it down.  Now, I will admit that leaving trash is one of my biggest pet peeves.  The graffiti was disheartening; however, however, I think sawing the table in half and removing all the items may be slightly worse. Trash can be removed, memories (items representing those memories) cannot be replaced.

 
The items have been retrieved. I can only assume in their entirety.  The suspects caught, or turned themselves in.  Rumor is that there will be no charges.  Some say that they did nothing illegal.  This thought confuses me, because though the table was not an official park attraction, it had become a part of the park and the park (and County Sheriff’s Office) consider the act vandalism and the last I checked…vandalism is illegal.  The suspects were smiling as they carried the items down the trail (they were caught on camera by another hiker…who in return caught grief for taking the pictures instead of stopping them.  Really?  Can’t win for losing and people are rarely satisfied).  Anyway, as they felt they were doing no wrong at the time, I suspect a fine would not phase them a bit.   What is done is done anyway?  Will making an example out of them really matter?  In today’s world?  I’m going to go with no.

As for the items, the park plans on returning them to their “original location.” The question would remain whether that means the site that has become known, or the site where they were originally built. Either way, it will never be the same. The people whom took it…well, they made sure of that. The table will have to be repaired and even more visitors will want to see the infamous table.  This means more graffiti, more trash, and more people that feel they have the right to do some kind of harm to the popular area.   People always want to see sites of popularity and there are always people that ruin it for everyone else. That may be extreme, but it is the truth.

 
I am glad that I was able to see it in its resting place before people took it upon themselves to decide its fate.  It is in a peaceful and beautiful place.  I could do without seeing the road and the cars, or hearing the other people….but that is neither here nor there at this point.  I’m sure that was not the case many years ago.

With all that said, the pictures may not do it the justice it deserves, but I hope that you enjoy them just the same.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Ode to the Woodpecker

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Oh, Mr. Woodpecker
I hear you
Hiding in the woods
Pecking away on your chosen one

You’re somewhere nearby
I look for you
Your pecking stops
You’re nowhere to be found
I continue on

It starts again
That alluring calling
Sound of your beak
Tearing away on wood

It taunts me
Teasing me
Peck, peck, peck
100 beats per sec

I swear you moved
Your peckings
They are in my ear
I look again
Still see you I do not
I move on

Your pecking follows me
Closer than before
I try to ignore you
Your game of hide and seek

It’s a game you usually win
I know I will not find you
Yet your pecking persist
It becomes hard to resist

I stop
You stop
I look
There you are

You look
You fly away
Your wings almost smile
It’s like a joke

I roll my eyes
Another picture lost
Silly bird
I knew better than to try
I move on

There’s your pecking again
In front of me
Beside me
You’ve called upon friends
And now its everywhere

Pecking echos around me
But yours was distinct
Your little call
Taunting me from behind

Figures that is where it would be
The direction from which I came
I look
It’s only you I see

Off in the distance
Too high
Too far
Too late

You look at me
I look at you
A second passes by
You go back to pecking away

I hear that
Your Woody Woodpecker laugh
You know I am not coming back
You’ve won the round
And you let it be known

With every chipped piece of wood
Every peck in my ear
You tease me with your pecking call
Just mocking me as I walk away

Well played, Mr. Woodpecker
Well played

2018 ~SMH~

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography