One Man's Trash...2

So today I had yet another example of my previous post. I shot a whole roll of film of tree stumps, burnt tree stumps. They were the remnants of a slash pile left over from logging, the unusables. Even after they were destroyed, I found a use for them. One man's trash is another girl's treasure.

One Man's Trash...

I don't think elk are trash. I'd like to preface this entry with that. However, the amount of damage they cause can be extremely frustrating. A large herd eats a large amount of feed and can cause considerable damage to fence. Yet whenever we have family come visit, they ask about elk. Do we have any? Can they see them? On one hand elk are cool to see, on the other they are extremely expensive to deal with and provide little in return. Just a thought for today...

Digital

The majority of photos contained within the posts on this blog are nothing more than snapshots. Quite often I have similar negatives waiting to be printed, but for the sake of speed an illustration, I use the snapshots. For these snapshots I have Canon Elph. I love it. I can pack it while moving cows or riding a four wheeler. Nothing to it, but yesterday I was reminded of one more reason to love FILM. I got up on the mountain to take some before and after pictures of a fencing project, and you know what? My Elph was DEAD! Of course it was, nothing you can do when your battery is that dead. You can't pull out your hand meter and take the shot anyway. You can't even try to GUESS. You're dead in the water. And then... You have to find your charger when you get home!!! I suppose I could be organized, or I could just use my film camera. I love my film camera.

Ecclesiasties 3

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven..."

We expect certain parts of our lives to remain constant and others to change. However, even the most constant things change. This post contains a current photo of the same place shown in "All that Glitters" covered with brilliant flowers. For most of my life we had a large sandstone rock sat precariously balanced upon a sandstone column much narrower. We called it the "tippy rock." The rock never actually tipped back and forth, but it gave the appearance that it did. I even climbed on top of it a couple times. Not even a week after I expressed my desire to get a good shot of it, the tippy rock tipped. The large rock that set on top now sits in shambles at the base.

So many changes are occurring in my life right now. Sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry. Some things were flowers; some were the tippy rock. Everything has a purpose. I sometimes struggle with what that purpose is, but I am looking forward with faith.

"A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance…