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The Lizard

DSC_6252In my last post, I posted how I stopped at a cemetery just off a Utah highway.  Well, never in my life have seen so many lizards in one place.    The place was crawling with them.  I won’t say literally, but I will say that I had to be careful about where I stepped.

As I was thinking about this post, I was intrigued and wondered what the lizard symbolizes.  The lizard symbolizes a true survivor and how you should be open to surrendering what doesn’t work for you so to open yourself up to regenerated energies of life.  At least according to one of the many animal totem websites.  DSC_6277
I am still learning about the whole spirit animal thing.  Like that they can change dependent on where you are in your life and what you need to learn, see at the time.  If I was to believe in signs, which most the time I do, I would say that the powers that be were trying to throw this meaning up in my face.  DSC_6303I won’t be all whatever about it.  It just struck me as interesting as we head into a new year. A new decade.  DSC_6330I believe these little guys are Sagebrush lizards.  Apparently, Utah is littered with them.  I’m torn on how I feel about them.  I will hold a snake, I will hold a baby alligator, but I’m torn on how I feel about these little guys scattered about and running rapid.  Hey, a girl has to have her limitations.

I’m just kidding.  I really do not mind lizards.  I don’t want to feed them, because then I have to touch things like crickets…and that is just gross.  🙂   DSC_6437
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

Off a Utah Highway

DSC_6267My first experience in Utah was not the greatest.  The unnecessary pullover by an overzealous cop because I had out of state plates.  The ridiculous woman that yelled out me for walking up under an arch, which is totally allowed.  The crazy amount of tourist at 6am.  Sleeping in my car because I couldn’t find a place to set up my tent.  Paying for one night in a motel room, what I would have paid for a week at a campsite.  The ridiculous sunburn that I got.  I mean…talk about red and even the breeze hurt but I digress.  Not the greatest experience, but it had perks.

I absolutely loved the scenery and I wasn’t opposed to driving the highways and roads that ran through it.  I can’t deny that it was a bit of heaven.

Off that main highway I was on sat a little cemetery up on a hill.  I’ve seen plenty of cemeteries and this wasn’t like the rest.   I’m not sure what it was, but there was something.  It seemed like it both a garden and cemetery.   It is also apparently a tourist type destination as picnic tables have been placed about.  I don’t think it is for typical tourist, but for some other kind.  I guess my kind of tourist.  Not really sure what that is, but there are different types I think.  I’m one of the other kind.

Not only did this little garden, memorial type cemetery have a ridiculous amount of lizards running amuck; a few visitors sat afoot.  Or maybe guardians at this point.  You can tell by their fur they had been there a while.  Through the rain, the wind, and whatever else has come their way.  They have been through it all. I suspect a few tears by those who left them.

These two seemed to be life long friends, placed together.  One or two others sat by themselves.  I can see the tiredness in the way they slouched and the sadness is in the reality of where they sit.

I saw not the dates on the plots where they sat, so I know not the age of that in which they watch over.  Still, I wonder their story.  Were they left by a devastated parent?  Maybe a heartbroken child.  Maybe they were left because the one that passed loved stuff animals.  Or had them for years.  I don’t know.  It may not have been out of sadness at all.  The possibilities are endless but limited, I’m sure.  Still they have a story and I cannot help but be intrigued by what I see.  They say so much without saying anything at all.

I hope that you like this picture.  Until the next time:  live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

The Window

DSC_0604.jpgI have many of pictures yet from my trip this past year out west.  I still have many that I have not edited, and so many I’ve not posted.  At first, I was surprised that I had not posted this one yet and then I remembered that I’ve actually posted very little this year; especially, here of late.

I really thought that I had posted this one, but I think I posted it to FB and Instagram, not here on WordPress.  I’m posting it now, so better late than never I suppose the story goes.

I took this picture in the Arches.  I can’t recall which arch this was, but most of them had quite the view.  There were a couple that I didn’t get to see because I became a little uncomfortable on the hike.  There were some passages with steep drops and a lot of people.   I don’t know if I was about to have an actual panic attack, or if I just thought that  I should have but I didn’t finish it and turned around.  I think had there been less people, I would have been more opt to travel across the first rocky bridge thing but there were just so many people.  This arch wasn’t one of them, but just the same….still a lot of people.  Apparently, everyone gets an early start in Arches National Park.  The early bird still has to fight for the worm in this one.

I have been working on editing tricks and am thinking that I might try later to re-edit this one, but for now…I think I like it the way that it is and hope that you do as well.  ”

I thought I had more to say, but that train has derailed.  Until the next time….live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~

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~

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~