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Specialty

DSC_2051 I have been thinking a lot about my area of expertise as far as the world of photography.  Then I wonder how much of it is the area of which they are posted.  Facebook vs. Instagram vs. here on my rarely posted anymore blog.  The truth is, I love photography and I do want to make hobby money but people are not my area of expertise…on so many levels.  However, what is my area of expertise?

If I was to pay attention to Facebook, it is hit and miss.  Really, Facebook probably shouldn’t be an accurate measurement because pages have a hard time getting exposure because Facebook wants money.  Friend list…well, anyway.  If I was to pay attention to Instagram…horses and most animals.  On occasion, certain landscapes but as I’m typing this…well, I’m realizing that it probably comes down to what people are actually looking for.  We all know art, poetry, photography…the beauty and meaning and what not are all in the eyes of the beholder.  Perception is a cheeky monkey and we all have our own.

So far this above is my least liked photo in a long time. It has gotten a decent amount on Facebook since posting (in comparison to others), but Instagram like two people like it.  There could be many reasons why.

For those that do not know, this is the Devil’s tower inside of the Sacred Circle of Smoke.  The placement of the sculpture was strategic and shots like this one have come a regular and sought out view for most tourist.  The fool in me didn’t think much of it at first, but when I went to take it and saw many others going for the same shot, it made sense and I realized mine would not be amongst the first.  I did want it to be different.  Not the usual typical version.  I played with it.  I like it….but this one is also not bad.

As always, I’ll let you decide what you think but I hope that you at least like one of them.  Opinion and thoughts are always welcomed.

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Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

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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.

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.

Sands of Time

DSC_7317Not really.  Maybe. I feel stuck in the sands of time right now.  However, instead of time running out, the hour glass keeps getting flipped before it has a chance.  Me, I’m that little grain somewhere in the middle….every single time.  That is not a complaint.  Not really anyway.

I don’t even remember where I was going to go with that.  Sands of time.  Time in the sands.  Sandy road.  This road, it made me uneasy.  I love old dirt roads.  I hate old dirt roads…the long and the unfamiliar.  The ones out in the middle of nowhere, deep in the heart of the canyon, with nothing for literally miles upon miles.    This one was especially taxing; especially, when I hit deep rutted muddy spots and this very sandy, sandy road.

I don’t know why they make me uneasy.  Those roads mean I am out in the middle of nowhere with plenty to see…sometimes.  They also mean that I am often alone, no one to call, and if something was to happen….well, who knows how long I’d be stuck.  In theory, I shouldn’t even have been on this road.  It was recommended for four-wheel drive only.  Some of my paperwork indicated I do indeed have a four wheel vehicle….I do not.  I knew I didn’t, but I think at that moment I really needed to believe that I did.  It was worth it.  The world didn’t end and nothing bad happened.  So there’s the sand of it all I guess.  A grainy annoying substance that is beautiful but can also leave traces behind for years to come….for some of us anyway.  I’m convinced that there is still sand in my back up from the last time I went to Assateague…four years ago.  Anyway, not really the point.

What was the point?  I am not even sure, I took a second and got distracted.  Anyway, these sands…Utah.  Canyonlands National Park, or some part there of.  I was hunting burros.   I didn’t find them the night I took this.  The directions I was following were meant for people with knowledge of the area and that on top of the fact that it was getting late, I was tired….the burros would wait until the next day.

I created two different versions of this picture…kind of.  They are two different photos with only a slight variation.  Not enough you can even pick up on it unless you truly study it for a minute or two.  They were taken at dusk, but I wasn’t sure what I really want to represent with them.  Sadly, I am not even sure that I remember what it looked like.  Just that there were miles upon miles of sand…rolling sands, a sea of sands.  I like both pictures but I guess it really just depends on what mood you are in.

I hope you can pick one to like, if it is not both.

DSC_7319Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~Montana Rose Photography~

All About the Moose

DSC_5441.jpgJust a moose hanging in the water.

It is not often that I just take a sit and hang out with the animals, but when I do it is because I stumble upon one.  Of course, this guy I didn’t exactly stumble upon.  I was driving back from hiking where I was indeed looking for some more moosies.  I had already seen too, but I stumbled upon some fresh moose tracks, and not the foot print kind, so I was on a mission.  As I crossed over a river, I thought to myself, “You know what, it would be awesome to catch a moose just chillin’ the water.”  Well, I figured that was another one of my pipe dreams and went on my way.

As I was driving back into the main park, which apparently I wasn’t even in yet, there was a line of cars along a narrow road and herds of people.  Naturally, I had to look while I mumbled about the asinine amount of cars in my way.  Well, thank you to the gawkers because I may have missed this guy….maybe.  We’ll never actually know because well they were there and he was there, so you know.

With all that said, I parked…I walked…I maneuvered…and I hung out with Mr. Moose.  I was so entranced that I hadn’t even noticed that ALL of the gawkers had vanished and the only thing that remained was the moose, myself, and another photographer further down.   I wouldn’t even be able to tell you exactly how long I actually sat there, but it was worth it.

This is just one of several, it just happens to be the only one I have done right now.  I hope that this picture does the big guy justice and that you like it, but for now I must get to chorin’.   Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

Montana Rose Photography

The Coyote

DSC_5669It is not often that I follow an animal.  It is not often that I can say that I truly just sit, observe, and truly photograph an animal.  Most have read this story.  I posted it a little while back, but this beauty drew me in.  Running.  Relentlessly.  Tirelessly.  Hunting. Searching. Traveling.  She was on a mission and I couldn’t help but want to go with her.  If even for just a little bit.
DSC_5769Now some of the “activist” types will say that you shouldn’t follow.  You shouldn’t do this and you shouldn’t do that.  To you I politely say, “Pipe down.”  I followed her from a distance, she was on foot-I was not.  She was back and forth between the road and the fields, I was restricted to road access only.  She had plenty of space. Plenty of room. Plenty of “get away from people” land, she knew what she was doing.  It was not I that she was running from, she had another focus in mind.  I kept my distance to not oppose a threat. I was the furthest thing from her mind.
DSC_5750I had seen coyotes before, but always much further away.  Sometimes I had my camera. Sometimes I didn’t.  One time, I was confused about why someone was letting their dog roam free in Wind Cave.  Then I realized what it truly was and by that moment it was too late.  Never have I had this opportunity, so I wasn’t going to pass it by but at first I didn’t even know it was there to catch.
DSC_5765I only noticed her because another car was parked along side the road.  I learned sometime ago that if people were stopped, there was usually something to see.  And sure enough, there she was.  The other car gave up before I did.  That’s okay.  I had to her myself until I didn’t.

I actually had to turn around to follow her.  By this point she was off in the field and it was more of a “hope I catch her again” kind of moment.  It was too easy for to lose my line of vision.  So, I followed to the next turnout and I thought she was gone.  I couldn’t see her and had no idea where she was.  Little did I realize, she was behind me back towards the road.
DSC_5724I only discovered this when an RV pulled in.  I suspected they saw her, or something, so had I not turned to see what they were looking at I would have missed her.   Thank goodness for the touristy tourist and the gawkers.  I can always count on them to guide me to something that I might have missed.

This beauty hung out in the parking lot for quite some time.  Well, the field next to the parking lot.  Truth be told, I actually think that I gave up before she did.
DSC_5732She must of been hungry at this point, because she had found something to eat.  Lip licking good apparently.

I don’t know why I felt so inclined to spend so much time with her.  I did this multiple times through my trip.  Not just with her, but with a few moose and horses and burros.  Not the begging burros from Custer. I spent some time with them too, but there is a herd of wild burros hidden in the canyons of Utah.  I’ll save them for another day.

DSC_5699Anyway, back to this beauty.  I honestly do not know how long I sat there just watching her and photographing her.  I actually got a little lost in the moment.  I could take a million guesses as to why, but thinking back now…I really don’t know what it was.

I know that it was discussed in my original blog, but just the same.  Maybe she really was my spirit animal and that is why I was so drawn to her.  How is that for some sappy rambling?
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What I do know is that I walked away with so many pictures that it was hard to narrow it down to which ones to share.  I probably still chose too many, but I mean look at her.  Look at them.  Not only is she just so incredibly beautiful….I got some amazing shots.  How often do I say that?  Even I amazed myself with this one.  A lot of the photos from this trip actually.  Not sure what happened there.  Maybe I’ve improved that much or maybe it was just me getting lost in the moment.  I’m not really sure, but I am loving so many of the shots that I’ve yet to share.  We’ll get there.

Did I mention that I have an insane amount to get through?
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With all that rambling aside, I hope that you love these pictures as much as I do because it is not always often that I say I love a series of pictures but these are print worthy.
DSC_5789Live, laugh, love and let it ride.

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