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An Old Wooden Cross

DSC_6590It sat alone.  Far in the back of the cemetery.  Just an old wooden cross warn by time.  An old wooden cross with nothing more than a broken vase gracing its base.  An old wooden cross in a long forgotten cemetery hidden in the middle of nowhere.

She wondered about its occupant.  Was it an animal?  It was a human cemetery, or appeared to be.  Had they had a good life?  Did a loved one bury them?  Or had they grown forgotten and the marker was just a thoughtful gesture by someone who felt all graves should be marked?  She then began to wonder about herself.

Was this her fate?  Would this be all that was left of her?  She had grown tired.  More alone than ever before.  Some she had pushed away, some needed to go, and some were never there to begin with.  She wanted change.  She needed change.  Alas, the more she searched, the farther lost she became.  Was this her future to path?  A lonely life with tears no one would see.  She prayed daily for it be not, but her hope slowly faded with each passing day.

She took a deep breath and looked to the sky.  Praying for time to ensure that there was more to her journey.  That her life would not end with what it had become.  That she would be more than a nameless grave in a forgotten cemetery with just an old wooden cross marking where she laid.
DSC_6601I had pondered often what to write for these pictures.  This cemetery was interesting.  This was one of two very makeshift headstones.  There were only five graves total.  Lost in an old cemetery down some long forgotten road unless you are a hunter.  A cemetery long forgotten by time.

It also comes on a day of sadness for many.  For me, it was the loss of another musician that I loved.  Charlie Daniels, mostly known to non-country folk for The Devil Went Down to Georgia.  He was more than that.  He had many songs and he was a man of many words that didn’t hold his tongue.  Someone I would have loved to have met, but missed my chance…in small part thanks to money (Those are tickets that are not cheap) and then COVID and now his passing.  He did not die of COVID, he died of complications from a stroke.  He was 83.

He is not a man that will soon be forgotten.  His grave will not go nameless.

This post went on a sadder note than I had intended, but it is a sad day.  Between deaths, Covid cases, racial debates, political debates, mask debates….it is too much for a lot of us.  That is all I will say on the matter.   They are all heated topics and we still do not listen.  That is a huge part of our problem.  We are all guilty, because both sides are so passionate about their stance.  It is what drives, but right now-it is also what could destroy us.

I am refusing to fade to deep into the negative, though.  I believe that things can get better.  At least, I want to believe that things can get better.  I hope you are keeping your heads up as best you can as well.  DSC_6609Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

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

Road to Nowhere

DSC_0714 (2).jpgI am sure that this road leads somewhere.  Actually, I know it does but I was trying to think of a song and Ozzy’s Road to Nowhere popped into my head.  We can thank the Winchester boys for that.  If you have heard of Supernatural, the TV show,  you  know the Winchesters.  If not, and you are a rock fan…you know Ozzy.  Actually, due to his publicity throughout the years, you probably know him either way.  If not, it is a good song and you should check it out.

As for this road.  Custer State Park, but I don’t remember which road.  I’ve hit so many of them.  I don’t think this was one of my frequently traveled.  With that said, it was from last year and not what the original looked like.  I played with it.  Added filters and this was the final product that I liked the best.  I hope you like it too.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Missing the Music….

DSC_1101.jpgThis guitar sits in remembrance during concerts now.  It may get strummed once or twice at the very end as they pick it up to put it away, but for the most part-it sits up high with a spotlight beaming on it.  Fog circling it. And a presence that the fans know well.  At least the true fans, I suspect.   I recognized it.

As for me, I’m still having a little trouble hearing the music.  I’ve  got a whole batch of concert pictures sitting in a folder. This one, the only one touched.  I will not pop the cork on that bottle of “whine”.  I will, however, try to not stay gone so long.

Until then, 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

The Light….

DSC_9973BWI know that this is not the best pic, but I like the way that the light is illuminating his front.  I’m short and it never fails that when I go to a concert…everyone who is at least two inches taller…well, they always end up in front of me. With that said, I couldn’t get the angles I wanted or as close as I needed to. I was struggling but I got some good shots and I don’t hate this one.  Hope that you don’t either.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography