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Angry Bird

DSC_3940I was excited about this trip.  Probably not to the extent that I should have been, but as it grew closer I was excited.  I was excited to hit the Tetons again.  I hadn’t been able to make the most out of it the first time and my photography skills had greatly improved and there were some animals waiting for me.  I wanted to see bears, moose, elk, coyotes, and funny looking birds.

I got my funny looking bird on my last morning there.  It hadn’t really been a good trip to this point.  The weather was less than desireable until I got to Wyoming, I had no campsite due to the whole “First come, first serve…OH SURPRISE, we are busy year around and it took you too long to get here.” thing and therefore I’d been sleeping in my car.  I was dirty, I was tired, I had a headache that wouldn’t quit, and I was pretty well over it at this point; especially, after the day before.  With that said, I was bound and determine to make the most of what I had decided was my last day in Wyoming and I head to Signal Summit.

I wanted to watch the sunrise as I had never found a good place for that the first time around.  I also really just liked the view from there.  Well, who was awaiting for me when I got to the view site….this guy.  The Dusky Grouse.  Dusky…how can you not love a bird with that name.

Much to my surprise, he didn’t really care that I was there.  He didn’t fly away.  He didn’t run away.  He just chilled making a low little call with all his might.  After a while he started flying off the post and landing on the ground, gawked around, and then would jump back on the post.  Let me tell you, those are some noisy wings.

Once I figured out he was the one making the noise I kept hearing, I also realized that I was also hearing it come from another direction.  It donned on me that he was calling to a mate, or potential mate, foe…another somewhere off in the wind.  He wasn’t in any real hurry to find it.   He actually seemed a little irritated that he was having to call for the other.  Kind of like a father that had to call for his child one too many times.  I don’t know that this was the actually case, but the storyteller in my was having fun making up stories.

Mr. Dusky hung out with me for quite some time before scurrying by me and down the mountain side.  I don’t know if he ever found what he was looking for, but he made my list so there is that.
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Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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Spirit Animal

DSC_5682.jpgI am not a fan of the gawker crowd.  The people that gather in the masses to stare at the animals, because this is all new to them and they know that it is a rare opportunity.  I get why they do it, but as I said-they usually gather in the masses and make it hard to get to views of the animals.  However, with that said…if it wasn’t for the gawker crowd, I would miss out on some of the beauties.  When you are alone and driving, it is not always easy to see the bear that is further down the hill or the beautiful coyote that is running along  relentlessly.

I probably would have seen her eventually, but had it not been for the car that had stopped to watch her, I might not have seen her as in time to catch some of the moments I witnessed.   I probably also would have missed the fact that she sneaked up behind me when I thought I had lost her in the field.  So, I am always thankful for the gawkers, but more so when they disperse and it is just me and the beautiful beast.

With that said, this beautiful beast was running down one of the main roads in the Grand Tetons.  She was relentlessly moving, searching.  She would only stop briefly.  Some of the shots that will come later, well, those would be the longest she held still.  This series is the firs time I’ve been able to truly catch a coyote.  Normally, they are on the run, too far away, or I’m so baffled that they are there that it takes me a second to realize it and by then it is just too late.

This is also the first time that I found myself in an animal.  That sounds weird, but I just can’t think of words I’d rather use.  This whole trip, I just kept waiting for that ah-ha, relishing moment that I’ve had on my other trips.  The first time was the deer on Little Devil’s Tower Trail, then the mountain goat, the buffalo that followed me.  Moments that just left me feeling light and airy, refreshed, hopeful.  I just hadn’t experienced it yet and honestly…I never really did, but this girl…I found I related with what I saw.

It was the fact that she was running endlessly, tirelessly, searching.   Maybe she knows why, maybe she doesn’t.  I’m sure she did.  In her case she was searching for food, fuel…I would think it would be safe to assume.  Me…I’m still searching for the fuel I think.  That is a story for another time, a cup of tea, and a conversation of deep and philosophical revelations.

I am not ready to share my favorite photos of her.  Just this one for now.  I did very minimal editing to it.  I needed to be minimal with it.  That is all I will say for now.  I hope that you like it.

Until the next time, I have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Wild Horses

DSC_0140 (2)Everyone who follows my blog knows how much I love horses. For those that are new, I love horses.  Actually, I love all animals.  I have the most access to horses and the zone (the dog that runs the household).

Anyway, the soul purpose of this trip was to camp, get my head on straight, and see wild horses.  There is a batch of wild horses out in Colorado and so I had decided I was ending with them.  I had debated on starting with them, but I wasn’t sure the actual plan for this trip.  There were so many things that I wanted to see and one thing I absolutely did not want to see….Chicago.

The mountains had been calling my name, so my original idea was to head to Wyoming (Yes, I could have gone to the Rockies, but Wyoming has been on my mind).  Wyoming is quite the drive from here so I wanted to stop in South Dakota and get my rest on.  South Dakota was…well, I love my Black Hills animals, but I think that this part of South Dakota and myself have done all we can do for each other.  I was bound and determined to make the best out of it.

One of the two days that I spent there, I chose to drive by the Wild Horse Sanctuary.  I hadn’t scheduled a tour and I wasn’t even sure of their off season hours, but there were four beautiful babies just off the main road that I hadn’t really gotten to see the first time.  These four babies are only a small part of the tour, because of the fact that they live in a different sanctuary.  I am not even sure if they are a part of the actual tour, but the tour guide I had last year was amazing and showed me everything that these could.

With that said, here is a sneak peak of one of the beauties.  The truth is, I cannot remember is name.  I want to say Bucky…maybe?  There is only one whose name I can remember and it is kind of obvious.  When I get to him, you will be like, “Oh, yeah…”.    I think that there is one more obvious one, but I can’t remember the fourth name.   Either way, I am pretty sure this is Bucky….which also means, it probably isn’t.

I love the eyes of an animal, so for now this is all you get.  I hope you like it.

Until the next time, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Ros Photography

Off the Beaten Path

DSC_9824Hey, all!  I guess it has been quite some time since my last post.  I’ve sat down many times to do one, I’ve had the pictures to do so…I just haven’t had the heart for it.   I’ve tried to log on and read blogs, but I’ve failed at that too.  I guess that I just needed some time away.  I don’t really know why, just did.

With that said, I thought that I would start my post with this.  The first major DSLR picture that I did, that I really liked, was an old truck that was hidden off the beaten path in a park that I used to walk in Ohio.  This is not it and maybe I will dig through my files and find them but for now you get this car.  A car amongst the “ghost town” hidden in the Black Hills.  It was one of several old cars, so yes you will be seeing more…a lot more because for some reason I was fascinated with photographing old cars this trip.  I was fascinating with so many things.

I was obsessed with photographing to be honest.  I came back with a ridiculous amount of pictures. I know I have said that before, but this time….it puts all the rest to shame.  I am unable to clear off my SD cards because my laptop is out of space and so are the external hard drives I have on hand.  Before you say it, it is time for a new one and it is on the to do list but for now, the first set of pictures has been transferred so we will play with those for a while.

I will keep this blog relatively short.  I will be taking a different path with some of the future blogs.  As always, I’m not really sure what that means or really what that is going to look like.  I am hoping that it will be an improvement that you like what you see.  I appreciate anyone who has stuck around and those that are new.  You all rock and I hope you stay for the rest of the ride.

Some probably think that I should talk about what I did to the picture since this is a photography blog.  Those that have stayed know that really isn’t my thing.  I just take the pictures and then do what I need to do to make it something that I would like to share.  I added filters to this gem, because it was just not the scene I would have liked.

For this picture, I was in the Black Hills.  I had checked the weather before I left and it was supposed to be sunny and relatively nice.  Not overly warm but not cold either…well, the weather lied to me.  It ended up being in the low thirties and I was exploring the said ghost town, it started snowing.  Trip was already off to a great start.  I’ll save those stories for another day.

Since it was snowing, there was no sun and I was kind of in a realm of surrounding trees.  There was a car directly behind this and it just wasn’t easy to get the shot that I would envision for this car but I think that I made it work.  I used my kit lens 18-55, which I never-ever do.  I cannot remember the last time I intentionally used that lens, but it got it workout this trip.  Maybe too much….again, a story for another day.  I am really glad that I used that lens as it really worked for the environment that I had to work with.  Anyway, I pulled this up for editing and it just needed something that simple editing wasn’t going to do and with that, I added a few filters until I got the effect that I wanted.  I like the way that it turned out and I hope that you do to.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

The Horizon…

DSC_4556I was going to write something, but the words are lost.  Probably somewhere deep in translation.  Lingering around wanting to reveal themselves, but not really knowing how.  Tangled up with a bunch of other words and feelings.  Not being able to come together to form a coherent and logical thought.  Unable to find the correlation between many of them.  We have all been there.

I have news.  It is good news, and yet for some reason I am unable to bring myself to really share it.  I should share it. I should want to share it. I should be excited to share it. I should be excited about it.  Yet, I am unable to find myself excited about it.  Probably because of the disruption it causes.  This could have gone three ways.  One unfavorable, one unfavorable with little to no disruption to daily life, and one that totally uproots my life.  It should have been assumed that it would be the one that totally uproots my life.  Isn’t that always the way that it works out?

There could be many other reasons, but I won’t bore you with the details.  For now, I will simply share this picture.  I hope that you like it.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Over thinker….

dsc_7330It is no secret that I am an over-thinker.  Chronically so.  I am not sure that there is a good side to over thinking, but it isn’t always negative I suppose.

Today, someone at the gym had stumbled upon The Zoey Lynne Chronicles, which is a Facebook page that I created for my dog and our adventures.  People were enjoying them and encouraged me to create her own page for them.  With that said, so began The Zoey Lynne Chronicles.  Anyway,  he was telling me how he stumbled across them.  To make a long story short, it got me thinking….overthinking.

I have been thinking a lot about things I say and things I post.  Things I used to post.  Things that I do not want people to see because they no longer reflect who I am.  I meant them at the time and I am not anything if not one who owns her ****, but in today’s world our past **** can come back and haunt us because of the internet.  I am a nobody, but so the odds of someone digging up my past to break me down…well, it is probably not going to happen.  Just the same, though.  When I meet someone new or someone I have interacted with sends me a friend’s request or reads my blog, I cannot help but wonder how far back they are going to look and I start over thinking the things that I post.

I had pondered going back and deleting all my old post, even all my old blog post but then I started thinking….again.  What is it going to accomplish to go back and delete a bunch of old post that I now find embarrassing or might leave a fowl taste in someone’s mouth?  Honestly, nothing more than wasting my time.  I do not intentionally set out to offend anyone.  Well….maybe a few deserving idiots, but other than that it is not something that I tend to do purposely and I definitely try not to make  a habit out of it.

Those posts.  Those blog posts.  They are old.  Some are years old, but they also reflect and old me.  I have had temper tantrums. I have had dumb moments.  I have said things that make me feel foolish.  We could delve into the psychological reason for that, but we won’t.  Above all else, though, they have also been learning experiences or reminders of how I felt at that minute and the fact that I do not wish to feel that way again.  All of that sounds ridiculously cheesy and kind of makes me cringe, but just the same.

I will probably always over think things; especially, when it comes to talking to people or putting things out there for people to read.  I am just learning to care a little less about the outcome.  At least I’m trying to care a little less.  We all have those moments when we feel dumb for something we did or say.  We all have those moments where we realize that we probably should have chosen our words a bit more carefully.  We all cannot control how people perceive what we said or how they take it.  We cannot control what they choose to do with it or how they choose to continue with us.  It just is what it is and I’m too old to spend too much time continuously worrying about every little thing.  I am who I am and I can only hope that is good enough.  I am who I am because of who I used to be…isn’t that the case for all of us?

As for this little birdie.  It was the day after…that is not going to work.  Trying to explain all the little details of this picture.  I think that I’ve said this before, but the best pictures are the ones that I tend not to think about.  And this is one of them.  I don’t remember the settings. I could look them up, but I’m not going to.  I barely remember the conditions of the day.  It was cold and the bird was clearly in a tree, but not much more than that.  I was just walking around with the zone and the camera.  Just snapping whatever suited my fancy at the time.

I guess that is why I never truly address the “art” side of my photography.  I just kind of play around with the settings until I get the desired set and then in post I just see where the photo is at when uploaded and go from there.  Then I post them here and/or FB and Instagram and just hope for the best.  I try not to over think them.  When I do that I become unsatisfied and doubt my ability to provide something worthy.  So, this is what I’m doing for now…just hoping for the best.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

Reflections

dsc_0445 (2)bwI want to take this time to apologize, because I have had a moment of reflection.  My post the other day was a little deeper than I meant for it to be.  Possibly too much information?  I really only spoke the thoughts in my head at the time, but it caused a turn that I hadn’t really intended on taking.  So, I apologize.  I also felt that my post took away from the picture, which is a shame because the picture was pretty amazing in my opinion, but I digress.

Truth is, I’m not really in a funk, which is another phrase that I’m not a fan of but it is the only one to suit the need on hand.  Anyway, I’m really not.  It may have seemed that way, but I’m not.  I’m just…my mind is constantly running and trying to figure things out.

Photography doesn’t fit the same mold for me that it did when I started this blog post.  I wanted to make a business out of it and do people involved photos shoots (Head shots, family photos, weddings).  Part of me still does, but really only if.  There are just so many photographers, so many artist.  Not sure where I fit into the mold and so I think the whole trying to fit into the mold has gotten me lost and lost the a sense of what drove me in the first place.  I know that I’m not alone.  We have all been there and we all have our place.   I know all that as well.

It might be a bit of the lingering aftermath of 2018 that has my spurs all twisted up in tumbleweed.  All I am truly sure of is my goals for right now.  Over the next couple of months, I am hoping to successfully complete my bachelor’s degree as I’m in the final stages of that.  I am hoping to know by May whether I am accepted into a grad program for the fall.  Then I can truly start making steps towards goals and plans.

Each month barring ridiculously cold weather that annoys me, I’m hoping to start projects that I am wanting to do.  Get back into painting.  There are some things that I would like to try where that is concerned.  Some photography projects.  Some more writing.  And just revisiting my photography from a more centered place.

Everything needs to be from a more centered place, which means that I need to be more centered. For vacation this year I am thinking of taking two weeks and just hitting a few states before settling down for camping in South Dakota, or I might start out there.  I’m not sure.  There are some places that I want to see there that I’ve still yet to see.   Just being out in nature and getting right with my soul.

This also means that my blog will be undergoing changes.  I probably won’t be posting everyday as I originally planned.  Once a week for sure, maybe a couple of other times but not everyday.  I hope that you will stick around for the ride, but I know I’ve said it a hundred times over and hopefully this will be the year that things really do improve.

For now, I leave you with that and a picture of one of the original chairs from Poet’s Table.  These chairs are no more.  I think most may remember the story.  The Poet’s Table was originally built decades ago by a man looking to get right by his soul.  It had sat hidden in Custer State Park since the day he built it with hikers finding it upon occasion.  It became a place to leave wishes, prayers, writings, and whatever else to show you were there.  I discovered it last year when a fellow hiker took the time to show me where it was.  A few months later, a couple of girls took it upon themselves to destroy it because they felt that it was an eye sore that had become vandalized.  Kind of ironic in a way.  I’m not sure what happened to them.  I’m not sure they were prosecuted even though what they did was technically a crime since the table had long become part of the park.  Either way, good Samaritans built a new table and chairs that now sit in the same place as the old.  It will become something new, but what once was is long gone.  Years of people’s memories and stories gone, but that is a soapbox for another day.

I hope that you like this picture.  It is still one of my favorites.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography