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Still Leaning

DSC_0363Still leaning….seems fitting as that is what I feel like I’m doing at this present moment.  This new year hasn’t gotten off to a bad start, but it is not really a good start.  It’s kind of leaning somewhere in between.  Some would say that it is up to me as far as which direction it goes.  We shall see.

As I write this, I’m actually sitting in Discount Tire for literally the second time in just over three months.  The last time was while I was in Tennessee.  I had picked up a pretty hefty little screw that was relentless with the need to release the air from tire.  Today, ironically, same tire but smaller screw….go figure.  I cannot help but ponder the implications of that.  I do know that there is no big strong man to put my tire back on for me this time.  That is fine, I’ll make the guys here do it.  I’m much too pretty to be changing my own tire all the time.  I really shouldn’t have to be changing my tire all the time, but I digress.

That was a bit dramatic.

I haven’t really had to change them that much.  It’s only been like three times since I got these tires November 2018 and come to think of it, it is always the same tire but not the same tire.  There is something about my driver side back tire space that just makes the tires not enjoy their life and feel the need to pick up hitchhiking screws.  All about the adventure, I suppose.

This is the third time which ever tire is in that position has to have a patch (or even possibly replaced this time) and it is always a screw.  How does that work?  If I didn’t know any better, I would think that someone is purposely putting a screw by my tire to run over.  I know that is highly unlikely, but it is quite peculiar-don’t you think?

Anyway, again, I digress.

Now, that I’ve rambled my little annoyance about sitting in Discount Tire (which I’m really considering placing stock in), I’ll move on.

I have been deep in thought about my blog.   The last few post didn’t really take the tone that I really meant to put out there.  That could be said for most of my post on here.  I know that someone will say that it is my blog and I can put what I want out there, but truth is…I don’t really like that girl.  She was angry, sad…for due reasons, but just the same.  It is not who I want to be and I’m really trying to work on the negativity.  I’ve probably said that a 100 times over on here, but that is my goal for this year…as well as following through.

Not a new year’s resolution, mind you.  No, I am not a new year’s resolutioner, but I am a goal setter.  I guess it could be said to be the same thing, but I’m not sure that it is.  Anyway,  my entire life I’ve been bad about following through on things.  When things do not go as I had planned, or they are way harder than they are supposed to be, or my life gets the best of me…I tend to give up.  I’m working on not doing that anymore.  I do not know if that means, I will be posting more but it mean something.

I got wrapped up in my thoughts there for a second and now have forgotten where else I was going to go with that.  Shocker.  I baked cookies yesterday and managed to mess them up twice, even though I was reading the directions.  The second batch was edible, the first batch was not.  Consequences of getting lost in my thoughts and now I’m rambling.

I do not know how many of you remember this tree.   I posted it about four years ago.  Not this picture, no-but this exact same tree.  The original was taken in July of 2015 (see below).  70455693_2555805407811206_8825561407006179328_o(1)I had a better camera and a better lens this time, but there is something to be said for the old one as well.

I don’t know that I expected the tree to still be standing.  I am not sure what I thought to be sure.  I guess I figure a leaning tree is eventually a falling tree.  It clearly has not fallen.  There is something to be said for that, I suppose.  I’m always looking symbolism and I do have a hankering for philosophy, so what better place to look then trees.  I know that was bad, but it will get worse-just give me a minute.

If a leaning tree has roots strong enough to keep standing, I guess that I can find mine too (told you I could do worse).  Or something even cheesier than that.  It’s okay to smile, or even roll your eyes.  I just did.

I really do not know what 2020 has in store for anything in my life.  I do know that I will keep trucking on, even if at a lean.  I’ve still got a ton of photos from last year to post, which is good because I do not know if I will get any major trips in this year.  I will keep photos coming, though.  Thank you for sticking around.

Live, Laugh, Love, and Let it ride.
~SMH~

Sinner vs. Saints

DSC_5503Somewhere out near Moose Junction in the Grand Tetons sits a little old church.  Nestled in the mountains, the view is beautiful.  This is really no surprise.  That is unless you sit outside….then it depends on where you sit.

To the right and to the left there are benches.  One pair has a beautiful view of the mountains, the other set…a view of the building.  I couldn’t help but wonder the implications of this, but only one thing stood out….sinners vs. saints.

Considering that it is self-seating, I cannot help but wonder why anyone would choose to sit on the side without the mountains.  I doubt sermons  are held outside unless the congregation is small.  So, why?  Does one deem themselves not worthy of viewing the mountains?  Does one not want to be distracted by the mountains?  Does one just purely not like the mountains?  That last one raise a whole other question….like, why exactly are you in the mountains? Anyway, why sit on the other side of the building.

I did not grow up religious.  I grew up in a family that believed in God, but that is as far as it went.  My grandparents went to church religiously, but we didn’t.  There is a difference between growing up in a family that is religious and growing up in one that merely believes there is a God.  You have to come to terms with figuring out your own spiritual conviction.  It is something that is enlightening and sometimes confusing depend on where you are in life and what you need.

I won’t discuss religious views.  To each their own.  What I will say is this….if you have the choice, always choose the beautiful side.  Despite what you are going through.  Despite what you think that you have done that deems you unworthy.  Always sit on the side with the view.  The view, the beauty it is what makes us seek redemption and life over despair.  You can’t really get right with yourself, soul, or whatever spiritual being you believe in if you are staring at a wall that doesn’t allow you to see.  That is my opinion of course.  Again, to each their own.
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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~

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

The Crow and the Ritz

DSC_2343In various places off the beaten path leading up to Old Faithful there are a dozen or so little Ritz cracker  buried beneath the dirt and rocks.

“Did you bury them?”  you ask.  No.  This little beauty did.  A crow?  Yes. A  crow.  Did you know that they bury their food?  I certainly didn’t.

DSC_2289I’m sure if I had taken the time to research crows and their habits, this would be information that I had but the truth is…I am just not that into birds.  There is so much to “knowing” birds.

To know birds you have to know the absurd amount of bird breeds there are.  There are ample amounts of books on the subject.  You have to know their feathers.  Colors.  Mating habits. Nesting habits. Migration.  Calls.  Who has that kind of time?
DSC_2282This guy didn’t really have a lot of fear.  At least not towards me.  I’m not being all “I am an animal whisper.”  No.  I’m pretty sure that it was just because I was one person.  Just me and my camera, but he let me get pretty close to him and he came pretty close to me.  As other noticed him, he got faster in his travel and would fly further away when he collected his crackers.

It took me a while to figure out what he was doing with them.  He would nibble a bit then pick up a couple.  He would then walk to various areas on either side of the walk way, sit them down, and pick at the dirt.

DSC_2293It wasn’t until I really watched him that I realized he was digging a hole, placing the crackers in it, covering them up (Not very well mind you), and then collecting more to do over again.

I’m not going to lie, I quite enjoyed watching him.  I didn’t get any good pictures of him burying his cracker.  You know, since it took me a bit to figure out what he was doing and then other people started realizing and watching.  I really enjoy the ones I did get though.  DSC_2295So, crows bury their food.  That’s a thing I know and now it is a thing you know.  You also know where to dig for snacks should you be in Yellowstone at Old Faithful and don’t feel like buying them.    DSC_2275DSC_2290Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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