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Envision

envisionEnvision.

I am not sure what I envision this year to be.  What does that even mean?  Envision.  I mean, I know what the dictionary meaning is.  “To picture mentally, especially some future event or events” or in short (and as the example listed on dictionary.com)  “to envision a brighter future”.  That is what I want.   To envision a positive outcome for 2019.

Someone whom I respect in wisdom and talent posted about questions of others.  Thing that keep them up at night.  Things like the inevitable ending.  Truth be told, that is what haunts me at night.  I do not sleep because of it, but the psychologist in me knows that really it is inevitable and the actual issue is the state of affairs in which my life entails.  Or the lack there of.  I’m a visionary.  A dreamer.  I’m a restless soul that somewhere along the line got lost and way off track from anything that I ever envisioned as I was growing up.

There is so much that I want to do in this life.  I want to go to Taiwan and volunteer at the elephant sanctuary for a day (and of course tour the area, but mainly visit the elephants).    I want to go on a safari exploration of Africa.  See gorillas in Uganda. Lions. Wild dogs.  I want to follow my friend’s footsteps and go on a trail ride in the 50 states.  She takes photos to paint letter (which are amazing), mine would stay photographs (hopefully half as amazing).  I want to study certain cultures. Buy a house. Get into grad school.  Maybe finally meet the one.  The list goes on. Some are pipe dreams and some are completely obtainable.  I guess that is what I envision for 2019.

I envision getting it right.  Redeeming myself on the errors and making a start on that list of wants that I envision for 2019 and even the years that follow.  For now, I’d just like to even know where to begin.

A friend, associate…truth be told, some days I’m not sure.  Anyway, she keeps asking if I will be doing the big art show and when I said no, she asked why.  I didn’t really know what to say.  It is in September and that is a long time away.  Truth be told, I think that is my only hang up.  Last year, I knew where I would be come September.  Right now, I’m not sure where I will be come summer.  My rent is too high.  One of the grad schools that I applied to would require that I move states.  Then there is the money involved and everything else.  I just don’t know that I want to commit to anything right now.  Nothing that is far in the future.  One month at a time maybe.  I just don’t know.

So what do you when you are a visionary?  Can you even be a visionary without a plan?  Maybe I am just a dream with cheap wine dreams on a pond water budget.  I’m not sure, but I am going to continue to envision the things that I would like to achieve while I am still here to do them.  Maybe that whole “you can manifest if you believe” thing is true. Only time will tell, I suppose.  Maybe I should go ahead and make a few plans.   Have to have a place to start.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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Entry 610

DSC_0695Entry 610: A buffalo stands off in the distance. I passed him a while back, he did not notice. He stood there with a bird upon his back. I am closer now, must take pictures. He will be none the wiser.

I stopped, had to change my lens. The bird flew away and now the buffalo faces me. His gaze fixated on me as if to make sure that I made no sudden movements. I was not close enough to capture his attention. I had no made no noise. So, how did he know that I was there. Sixth sense? Animal sense? It was probably the prairie dogs. Of course they ratted me out. Damn prairie dogs. DSC_0701I stood my ground. He stood his. I snapped my picture and now he is turning his back towards me. The threat has clearly been lifted. Either that or he feels I’m too far away to make it worth an effort. Guess I will carry on my way.

Thank you, Mr. Buffalo.DSC_0723

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

One With the Tree…

DSC_1914Sometimes you just have to become with the tree. I am actually surprised that I had not posted these already.  I did them sometime ago.  They are some of my favorites.  DSC_1916The weather was so touch and go this past trip.  One minute it was raining and the next it was a sunny as could be.  I should not be surprised considering last year I experienced all four season in one hour (that sadly is not an exaggeration).   Thanks to the luck of the buffalo, it was quite sunny and beautiful when I took these. This guy and his buddies gave me the perfect scene.  Just hanging out by the trees in Prairie Dog town. DSC_1922I didn’t have to do a lot to these photos.  They did the work on their own.  The sun was right. The buffalo were cooperating. I stuck with my big lens.  I trusted my fingers, my mind to make the right call.  DSC_1930I was reluctant to say that.  I don’t know if that is true.  I was trying to think about it because I needed these pictures today.   A reminder I guess.  We all have those moments.  Overthink things.  Something that we’ve been doing for a while.  Something that we are trying to make  goal of.  We begin to doubt our abilities.  I didn’t really doubt my ability. I doubted my ability to be able to offer certain versions of photos.

A few people have suggested that they will be reaching out for photos.  I was also thinking about the upcoming September show.  I get overwhelmed and I overthink.  When I am home I tend to think about the photos that I’m taking. I overthink them.   Most are taken with a purpose these days so I’m constantly thinking about it.  Worried about getting them just right and lately it seems like I’ve hit that rut again.  When I’m on vacation, there is no thinking. No focusing. Just doing.  I need to learn to do that everyday.  Things turn out better when you don’t overthink things.

DSC_1950This set of vacation photos…by far some of my favorite.  I’ve still got quite a few go through and have not shared many of them on here, but I am done with my buffalo photos…they are awesome.  At least to me.  Hope you agree.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

One down….

DSC_8863-2bwMy first art show is done and over with.  It was by far from being a success, but I guess ultimately I knew that it would not be.  I did my best to mingle and try to connect. I think that I did okay with that part.  I learned a bit about what would work and what didn’t, so here’s to the next one.

The picture…I hope that it speaks for itself.  I did two different versions, but I think I like the top one better.  There was nothing wrong with the original.  The lighting was good enough. The backdrop was good enough…I just got bored, so I played.  I hope that you like the final result.
DSC_8863Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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

Journal Entry #310

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“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.” ~Plutarch~

 

The restoration. Using fire to recover from fire. Irony at its finest.

Fire destroyed parts of this land and now it is being used to purify for new growth. I find that fascinating.  That we use fire to both destroy and to purify.  I also have to admit that I kind of love that fact.  I’ve always had a soft spot for fire.  Not in a pyromaniac kind of way, but in a wow, fire is amazing” kind of way.   Hmm…now I think about that, I guess that is exactly the kind of thing that a pyromaniac would say.

Seriously, though….fire.  That is something. I have a thing for powerful things that can be destructive and beautiful at the same time.  Maybe it is because fire is my element sign.  I mean, if you are into that kind of thing.

I was born in November and my element sign is fire.  According to most sites, this means that I have a fiery temper…that’s fair.  Lively wit….truth.  And a quick intelligence…Seems accurate.  It also says that I’m creative and spirited, but to be forewarned when I am hot-tempered.  Truth be told, I can’t argue with any of it really.

I also like the smell of fire.  There is something about the smell of burning wood.  Bonfires. Forest fires.  Hmm….maybe I am a pyromaniac.  That could explain why I’m constantly burning cupcakes, but those do not smell near as good as burning wood.  Burning wood. Is that a song?  It should probably be a song.

Actually, I can’t possibly be a pyromaniac.  I can’t even get a campfire started.  I mean, like seriously.   I can’t even catch charcoal on fire. I’m clearly doing something wrong.  I like trees. Why would I want to catch them on fire. I wouldn’t be able to hug them or cling on to them, when I wear out after that 1.25 miles of a steep incline hike.  Nope, that’s it.  I renounce my pyromaniac tendencies.  Accept for catching cupcakes on fire.  Until I get use to my oven and baking again, I’ll probably continue to do that.

I’ll save the bonfires and campfires for my friends to start for me.  It’d be my luck, I’d just catch myself on fire anyway.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography