Flathead Reservation & Leica V-Lux

Well, I got shot down on my South Dakota trip but once Clementine was up and running I could not bear to make no Fall journey at all. I decided to go down to the Mission Valley and the Flathead Reservation.

It turned out to be a very delightful trip. I learned a lot I did not know about the area. Molly will write about it on her blog.

You may recall I bot a new Leica Point and Shoot this past summer. This trip was the first chance I’ve really had to really play with it. It was the only camera I took. I must say I am impressed. For those of you who were interested in the camera. I have made a gallery of photos from the trip so you can see some of the results I was able to get.

Go to the gallery by clicking this link. Flathead Reservation & Mission Valley Montana

©Kinsey Barnard



Some Things Are Not Meant To Be

Molly and I suffered a major disappointment this past week. We were scheduled to visit the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary and meet our little sponsoree Lakna’s Liberty. Molly has written all about Liberty on her blog Lakna’s Liberty Born on the 4th of July. It seems the universe had other ideas as our visit had to be cancelled just as it had barely begun.

A rare Choctaw Indian Pony


Awhile back I wrote a piece called Some Things Are Meant To Be. Now it seems the reverse is true. Logical to be sure but not necessarily desirable. Ever since Liberty was born, I got to name her, I have been looking forward to returning to the sanctuary to meet the little filly. September was going to be our time. It was also going to be an opportunity to spend time in a cabin at the sanctuary, tour the 11,000 acre sanctuary, take some bodacious photographs of the wild horses and get to know not only Liberty but the sanctuary as a whole. I am always on the look out for causes I can believe in and trust. After my first visit and then the birth of Liberty I was hopeful I would find in the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary a candidate for my short list. I have always been a lover of horses and the thought of lending a hand to these wonderful beings was particularly pleasing. What I’m trying to say here, I was really, REALLY looking forward to this trip.

The sanctuary is located near Hot Springs, South Dakota. I was planning on driving Clementine, that would be the motorhome. I prefer traveling via the motorhome because it’s easy on me and easy on Molly. My motto is “If Molly can’t go, I’m not going”. Day in and day out, Molly is the only one who is there for me. I value loyalty above all other things. Loyalty in people today is about as hard to find as diamonds in a cabbage patch. Molly is the most loyal friend I have, so, whatever works best for Molly works best for me.



It’s a long way to Hot Springs, nearly 900 miles. In preparation I did all the “smart” things. I had Clementines’ oil changed and systems checked. I had Shadows’ (Shadow is our tow car) oil changed and systems checked. I believed we were good to go. I bot Clementine new in 2007.  I have tried to take good care of her and she has always returned the favor.

The plan was to leave on Thursday, September 10. On Wednesday I started loading Clementine. I switched on the refrigerator and it would not fire up. It just went tick, tick, tick. The refrigerator had been working perfectly on our last trip so this was an unwelcome surprise. I immediately drove to the only RV place that, IMO, is any good and was told I could get an appointment in about a week. I nearly cried. I told the service clerk my sad tale. The nice young man took pity on me and gave me the names of two mobile RV techs. The first guys mailbox was full. I left a  message with the second, Mark Miller

Mark, returned my call and was out to the house within an hour. Luckily, it turned out the problem was just a gas feeder pipe clogged with bugs. Mark cleaned the pipe and the refrigerator worked fine. I also had Mark check the roof for cracks in the caulking. I don’t do heights so I figured with winter coming on I might as well whilst he was there. The roof got a clean bill of health. No doubt about it Mark Miller is now my go to guy for the RV. Feeling confident I spent the rest of the day loading up the rig and the refrigerator.

Thursday morning I arose at 5:30 ready to hit the road. I went out to Clementine to load the last items. It was still dark so I switched on the light. The light was very dim. I thought “What’s up with this?”. I checked the refrigerator. The interior light was working but the compartment was not cold. Next I checked the house batteries and they were completely drained. Normally, I plug in before a trip but I can’t at the house in Kalispell. Every time I do, it blows the circuit. I wondered if maybe I could recharge them enough to get by until I got on the road by driving around a little bit. I took a drive for about 20 minutes. When I got back voila the batteries were charged. Actually, this didn’t seem right to me that such little time could fully charge those batteries. But, I wanted to go so we were going!

Right on schedule, at 8:00am, we pulled out. I’m thinking, “Yay, team. We have had obstacles but we have remained calm and taken care of them. We are good to go.”. Off down 93 we head toward Missoula. I stop at the crossroads, that is the intersection of 93 and 90, to check the refrigerator and top off the tank. Everything was fine, refrigerator working, batteries charging.

Clementine, Shadow, Molly and Me.

Clementine, Shadow, Molly and Me.

We are headed for Three Forks for our first leg, about 300 miles. Off down US 90 we go. About 30 miles north of Deer Lodge I notice we are on what looks like a relatively flat patch of road but Clementine is acting like we are in a climb. I remember thinking to myself, “Boy, this is a deceptive stretch of road. I wouldn’t have thought Clem would slow down for this.” A few minutes later a light comes on. I pull over to read the manual and it says I have had a power loss.

I figure I’ll try to get to Deer Lodge. I get back on the highway and twenty miles later another light comes on. I pull over again and check the manual. This light means there is something wrong with my braking system. I keep it slow and make it to Deer Lodge. As I am exiting the freeway a Dodge Sprinter van with the Mercedes diesel exits in front of me. I will him into the trucking plaza and he complies. Clementine is a Winnebago View which has a Dodge Sprinter chassis and a Mercedes diesel. As soon as he parks I run over to ask him where he gets his van serviced. You can’t get them worked on just anywhere.

The van is a snack food distributor and the young driver is as nice as he can be. He calls into his headquarters to find out where the company gets there vans serviced. It’s the Mercedes dealer back in Missoula. I call the dealership and they tell me they can’t get me in for two and half weeks. At this point, no matter what, I can’t make my Saturday reservation at the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary.  I figure we might as well get Clem towed to Missoula. I call AAA and request a tow. The girl I talk to cannot get it that I have a Winnebago View but that it is on a Dodge Sprinter chassis. She keeps saying “So, it’s two vehicles”. Round and round we go. I finally get her to believe me it is only one vehicle.

Whilst I wait for the tow truck I try and figure out what the heck I’m going to do.If I have to leave Clementine in Missoula I’ve got to find a way to get my stuff including from my perfectly operating refrigerator food into Shadow, that’s the Ford Focus tow car. Shadow is not a very big car but just right for Clementine to pull. I’m thinking I’ll have to source an ice chest and take all the food and other stuff I can. It’s all sounding like a nightmare. Missoula is over two hours south of Kalispell.

The tow truck arrives. I tell the driver my sad tale and that I guess the closest place that can work on the diesel is in Missoula but, since I am not going to be able to make my reservations at the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary I wish I could just take it to the people that service it in Whitefish. I’m thinking I’m stuck with Missoula because I think I only have a 100 mile tow with AAA. When I hand over my card the driver looks at it and says as a Premier member I have one 200 mile tow. He calls in to verify it and sure enough I do. I say take me home!!!!!

Turned out it was exactly 210 miles to Don K where I get Clementine serviced. The tow cost me exactly $40 which certainly beats the heck out of $840. Needless to say I’m happy to have AAA. And, God bless that wonderful tow truck driver. I’m sure he had better things to do with his time. If it hadn’t been for him Clem would be stranded in Missoula.

Molly and I followed the tow truck in Shadow. We got to Whitefish at around 7:00pm. We said our goodbyes to the driver. I felt sorry for him having to drive all the way back to Anaconda. I was beat to a pulp. I loaded up Shadow with all that I could and left Clementine. I hope sometime this week we will find out what happened and get Clementine back in tip top shape but it will be too late to go to the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary.

To say that I am disappointed would be a gross understatement I have been looking forward to this trip so very much. To see that little Choctaw Indian Pony Lakna’s Liberty was to be a major event in my life. I tried as best I could to make it happen but it just would not.

So, I must console myself with the belief that somethings are meant to be and some things are not. I have absolutely no idea why this trip was not meant to be. I doubt I ever will.

©Kinsey Barnard

Cecil the Lion

This morning I was all geared up to write a beautiful story about how Lakna’s Liberty found her way into my life. Liberty is the little filly I sponsored down at the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary in South Dakota. That was my intention until I woke to the story of Cecil the lion being shot by an American trophy hunter in Zimbabwe. I wept like a baby.

The man says he’s sorry and he didn’t know the lion was protected. I say, and not in a shy way, bullshit! That cretin knew exactly what he was doing and paid for the privilege.

I cannot begin to express the abhorrence I have for trophy hunters. Funny too since in my youth I was one. I started killing things at a very young age. It was part of the culture in which I was raised. I was very proficient at it too. I could shoot the eye out of a squirrel on a dead run with a .22. I was literally deadly good at it.

I went on safari in Kenya East Africa with my father who was an avid trophy hunter. This was back in the 60’s when it was tres chic to go on an African safari. I shot trophy game myself and thought it, and I, was all to cool. In retrospect I think I did what I did because practically everything I did, was an effort to garner my father’s approval. It only took me about 50 years to figure out that was an impossible task and a complete waste of my time.

By the time I reached my thirties my attitude had completely changed. I discovered the teachings of Lao Tzu. I try to follow wisdom of the Tao de Ching to this day. Killing for the sole purpose of feeding the ego is about as contrary to Lao’s teachings as you can get. It is now simply appalling to me that a person could kill a beautiful being for the fun of it. Kill a defenseless creature to massage a sick ego? How could any civilized person could justify such a repugnant act?

Gads if any Montanans read this I’ll be run out of town on a rail. Trophy hunting in Montana is big business and let’s face it, people can justify anything if there is a buck (pardon the pun) involved. I don’t begrudge those who hunt for food. Where I live many people wouldn’t be able to have meat if they couldn’t get a deer or elk in the fall.  Still I would hope the hunter would take with a consciousness of the act, appreciate the gift.

A few years ago I had an encounter with a hunter near my ranch. I live adjacent to state and federal land so in hunting season the hills are alive to the sound of gun fire. Some hunters don’t respect private property so I am ever vigilant during the season. On this particular day I heard a shot that sounded way too close so I jumped on my four wheeler sped off to investigate. Not far from my gate I found a young man who told me he had just shot a whitetail. I accompanied him as he went back to field dress. Turned out he had shot a tiny spikey not much more than a year old. I was sick. To kill such a young animal, even for meat is criminal by my definition. I promptly gave the young man a lecture. By the time I was done he was in tears. Something for which I give him a lot of credit.

This young man was hunting for his family’s table, he will kill again and I do not begrudge him that. I do hope he will never do it without thinking about what he is doing and appreciating the gift. I’m lucky I didn’t get my head blown off. But, a girl has to do what a girl has to do and I’m glad I did.

The American Indians did it right. Their survival was dependent upon successful hunting. They were totally aware of what a great gift the animals were and they gave thanks and honored them in every facet of their lives. And, for them, it was much more of a contest.  Of course, for their more enlightened approach the indians who were themselves labeled animals by the whites who came to pillage the land and slaughter every living thing they could get their hands on.

I always carry a .357 when I hike. Where I live the forest is teaming with black bears and grizzlies. I have encountered many bears and never had a problem. I also know there are bad apples in every barrel. I could accidentally run into one a bad apple bear. If such a thing were to happen and my life hung in the balance I would shoot it without hesitation. If I were starving to death I would likewise shoot a deer or elk to survive. In both cases I would feel deep regret, not pride.

Not being judgmental is a character flaw with which I continually struggle. And, as you can tell, I have work to do.  I believe in what goes around comes around aka karma. I believe there is a karmic justice that takes care of people like this dentist. Nevertheless I cannot restrain myself from saying, a pox upon those who would kill for no other reason than to feed an ego that clearly suffers from poor self esteem.

Okay, now I must get back to my Liberty story. It’s another of those how’d that ever happen stories.

©M. S. Barnard


I wrote awhile ago that I thought I may have lost my muse.  I think my real problem is I am plain tired of lugging my two Nikons around. Most of the photography I do is done whilst hiking in the mountains and forests and those cameras, with lenses, are heavy buggers. I’m doing the hard court press on 67 so maybe I’m losing a little bit of steam.

I had gotten to a place where I was leaving the Nikons at home and just taking a Panasonic Lumix point and shoot. I can put it in a pocket, very liberating. Whilst the photos are not the greatest quality they are fine for internet sharing on Facebook and the blogs. There are moments of frustration when I see something I really want to photograph and I don’t have the right tool.

Whilst I was on my Journey to the Black Hills this past May/June I met another professional photographer who had just gotten a Leica V-Lux Type 114. He was enjoying the heck out of it and invited me to look it over. I was amazed.

Leica V-Lux (Type 114)

The Leica V-Lux 114 is what they call a bridge camera. It fills the void between a point and shoot and a DSLR. It does it with about a third of the weight of either of my DSLRs. I carry two Nikons, one with a wide angle lens and one with a 70-300mm zoom. I don’t like changing lenses in the field and I never know what I’m going to want to shoot. Great for quick flexibility. The pits for the hauling factor.

The Leica V-Lux 114 comes with a fixed 25-400mm, which gives me the same or better range range as the two Nikons, and 16x optical zoom. The lens is a respectable f2.8-4.  I took the below photo with the zoom fully extended and it’s amazingly sharp.

Full on zoom

There is also a macro zoom that works well. It took the photo below indoors with just ambient light. Again quite sharp.

Indoor Macro

It has a built in flash but I almost never use a flash. I adjust my light with shutter speed or stops and ISO. The ISO on this camera goes to 12,500. My Nikons go nowhere near that. I haven’t tried it yet to see how much grain you get but 12,500 is a big number. The V-Lux sports 20 mega pixels. And, last but certainly not least it has a German made Leica lens. Leica lenses are legendary.

The manual is a tome and I’ve barely scratched the surface of the things you can do with this little camera. One thing you can’t do is much in the way of action shots, like a true point and shoot the regeneration is very slow. It does have a burst option and there may be other tools I haven’t discovered yet but the things it does offer make up for this shortfall as far as I’m concerned.

I’ve heard some people complain about the plastic feel of the body. Well, it’s that plastic that makes it so light so I’m fine with it.

If you are looking for a camera that will take you farther than a point and shoot but without the weight and expense of a DSLR I think this Leica V-Luz is the bomb. It’s certainly gotten my photographic juices flowing. Looking forward to learning a lot more about this little camera. If you’ve used the Panasonic Lumix Point and Shoot you’ll find that the controls are very familiar. With a price tag of around $1,200 it’s steal! You can pay up to $30,000 for a Leica DSLR. 🙂

Anyway, I’m having a ton of fun with the V-Lux and just wanted to share it with you in case anyone else was looking for a nice little bridge camera.

©Kinsey Barnard

The Sweetest Breath of All

It’s odd, the things that stick with you throughout your life. The things that you remember so vividly you can still feel them even though they may have happened over 50 or 60 years ago.

Little girls loving horses, you can’t get anymore cliche than that. As a little girl I was that cliche. Lucky for me I was raised on a ranch where horses were part of the landscape. The first horse I remember riding was Lady. I was probably five years old. Lady was a beautiful, black Tennessee Walker given to us by an uncle. Lady was an older girl, just right for letting kids find their way with horses. She was incredibly tolerant. Then there was another shared horse named Pancho, a wooly little pony with an ornery,  stubborn attitude. His lessons were different from Ladys.

The first horse that was really mine was Flag. Flag was a gelding and a beauty. I thought so anyway. He was named Flag because he was red, white and blue. He was a red roan, with a bald face, blue eyes, four white stockings, a flaxen mane and tail. Flag was a quarter horse. He had the most beautiful rump I ever did see. Behinds are one of my favorite quarter horse features. They are great, strong butts that scream “Put me to work! I am a Trojan!” There were other horses after Flag until life took hold and horses got left behind but it is Flag who will always a most tender part of my childhood.


I have always described myself as a square peg in a round hole world. I relish that life today but when I was a kid, trying to fit in, it wasn’t much fun. It was quite lonely and depressing. My horses were my best friends, my only friends. I would suffer through grade school days, being a lousy student, unable to relate to my peers. Instead of paying attention to the teacher I would spend classroom time counting the minutes until I could get home to my horse. Counting the minutes until I could saddle up and head for the hills where I would pretend I was Calamity Jane or Annie Oakley. I was authentic too. I had a .38 Smith & Wesson holstered in a gun belt around my waist and a Winchester .22 stuffed in a scabbard on the saddle.

By the time I was shipped off to boarding school, for high school, my social skills hadn’t improved much. There too I would day dream in class only to race to the stables when the final bell was rung. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for my horses, and my vivid imagination, I doubt I would have survived. I did have a couple of near misses.

I have a million memories of my time with my horses. One that sticks with me so strongly, fifty years later, is sitting in Flags manger with him leaning over to chuff his warm breath in my face. I would breathe it in and feel the joy of his spirit melding with mine. It was like a kiss. It was true love.

To this day I think of a horses breath as the sweetest breath of all.

©Kinsey Barnard


In my next to last article I wrote that Molly and I were headed to the Black Hills (Paha Sapa). We have been and returned. Molly is currently recounting our adventure on her blog.

We were gone about two and a half weeks, traveled over 2,600 miles and  took 1,000 photos. We had a superb time. Met interesting people and saw amazing things. In every respect, but one, it was one of the best trips I have ever taken. What wasn’t so hot? In all the images that I took not a single one is worthy of inclusion in my limited edition collection.

This has never happened before. Oh, I took a lot of pretty pictures but nothing that exemplifies what I consider my art. Even in a good year I only got a handful of images that sent me to the moon. But, to get not a one in two and a half weeks of exploring gorgeous country? Something has gone missing. I wonder if I will ever get it back. And, how’s this for irony. A fellow artist on LinkedIn had left me this incredibly kind message “”your photos have captured both realism and abstract art perfectly with an incredible design and composition.”

Part of it may be my eyes. I can’t see worth a fig. I have a cataract in my right eye which naturally is the one I shoot with and I’m so nearsighted in my left the diopter can’t even come close to a correction. If it weren’t for auto focus I’d be completely out of luck. Maybe after surgery I will see things differently, if you’ll pardon the pun. Also, I am so tired of lugging those big heavy cameras into the woods, I generally carry two Nikons.  Part of the reason I get unusual images is because I take them where few ever go. I would have to give up photography before I would give up hiking.

I love photography and I love taking photos and I surely will continue to fire away.  But, something has changed and the artist within, at least as expressed with a camera, may be gone forever. It’s OK. Life is just a series of chapters and this particular chapter of my life may be finished for me. I really don’t know for sure. It certainly feels like it.

Maybe I’ll focus more on writing. I enjoy doing that too.

Enjoying life. That’s what it’s all about.

©Kinsey Barnard



The Absolute Best Diet For Health Living

For some reason dietary issues have been on my mind. I’ve been interested in diet and nutrition since my grandmother introduced me to Gaylord Hauser when I was about nine years old (circa 1960). I was always one of those odd ball kids that believed there was good stuff to be learned from my elders. I loved being around older people and tried to learn as much as I could from them. I learned many useful things. Much of what I learned has made me an outlier in today’s society.

You’ve probably never heard of Gaylord Hauser. Hauser was ahead of his time. He was one of the very early promoters of the idea of better health through diet and other natural means. Not surprisingly he was vilified by the medical establishment because he wasn’t a medical doctor. Much of what he discovered and wrote about is all the rage today.

My grandmother died of lung cancer at the age of seventy-two. I was just eleven. She had not followed Hauser’s advice to quit smoking. How I wish she could have stuck around longer. I never forgot the things my grandmother told me. I had no way of knowing, at such a young age, that my she thought outside the box.

Of course, at nine years old I wasn’t in charge of my diet. It wasn’t until I was out on my own that I remembered what my grandmother had told me about Gaylord Hauser and picked up his book Gaylord Hauser’s Treasury of Secrets. It became a regular read for me. Nearly fifty years later and that well worn book is sitting on my desk as I write. Not that I refer to it all that often anymore because as information changes so does the way I handle my diet. One thing that has not changed is my belief that high protein low carbohydrates is the way to go. As well, as the avoidance of processed food. The most important thing reading the book did for me, it got me interested at an early age in taking responsibility for my evolving journey in search of good health.

In the past fifty years there have been more dietary gurus than you can shake a stick at and just as many diets. Most of these fad diets have been someones idea of how to get rich and many have. I remember in college I became enamored of the Stillman Diet. I got the thinnest I ever was in my life on that diet. I don’t think it was particularly healthy, I ate nothing but protein and drank a lot of water. I did shed pounds like nobody’s business. Hauser did say lowering carbohydrates was desirable and I was young and invincible.

With so many people with so many ideas who do you believe? Well, remember, I am the quintessential self-reliance girl, so I say believe in yourself. Do your own thinking, listen to your own body and instincts. That’s what I have done and am in my sixty-seventh year.  I have never seen the inside of a hospital except to visit friends and hang my art. I take no pharmaceutical drugs. I have the energy and stamina of many people half my age. I am going to have to have cataract surgery in the not to distant future but that’s just age. There’s no diet on earth that can keep the body from eventually just wearing out. You do, however, have control over how long you are able to live a happy, vibrant life. My goal is to die like my beloved Lakota Sunrise, just drop dead on a trail somewhere. No fuss. No muss. Just out of here.

Believe me when I tell you EVERYONE has an agenda whether they are aware of it or not. Certainly in the diet and nutrition space agendas abound. The medical establishment doesn’t want to support anything that could keep you out of their offices. So called gurus want to sell you their diets and magic potions. One thing they both have in common, they want your money. Then there are the corporate agendas. Lordy, that could be a whole article unto its self.

They said eggs were bad for you. It never made sense to me and I never stopped eating them. Now eggs are good for you again. Despite what the Milk Advisory Board says I don’t drink milk because no other creature in nature drinks milk beyond infancy. They said the use of supplements was like peeing money down the toilet. Now practically everyone admits they are a good idea. I’ve been taking supplements for as long as I can remember. They said coconut oil was the plutonium of oils. Today it’s billed a miracle food. I actually fell for this one and only recently started using coconut oil. Now I use it in all my cooking. I spread it on toast in the morning and it’s to die for. I eat lots of read meat because homo sapiens evolved as meat eaters. We seem to have done well by it so I go with what’s worked for our species since we crawled out of the primordial ooze.

Observing nature has given me some of my best insights. Again this gift was due to my interest in what my elders had to say. A family friend, Franklin Ashley, plastic surgeon to the stars in the 70‘s, insisted that I read all the Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau I could lay my hands on and I did. I think my photography clearly illustrates what these men taught me about nature. I am able to photograph things that most people would never see if it were not for my images. I am so fortunate. I see what others generally miss. This ability has allowed me to live, some would say, a charmed life. Nature should be your guide to good health, not “gurus” or “experts”. Trust me, there is only one person on this planet you can trust and that is yourself.

The point of this article, I guess, is just more of me promoting the idea of self reliance and independent thinking. I don’t advocate any diet. I try and keep up with what’s going on in the diet and nutrition space and mix and match what makes sense to me. If someone wants to know what I do I’m happy to share. My advice, do your own thinking. Observe nature. Do what feels right to you. Don’t blindly follow what so called “experts” tell you. Do what my father was forever telling me to do “Use your head for something besides a hat rack!”

The only diet I would recommend is the Self-Reliance Diet.

©Kinsey Barnard

Finding Red Cloud & The Heart Of Everything That Is

I haven’t posted to this blog in quite some time. Heaven only knows we all have so much information to assimilate, perhaps this isn’t a bad thing.

Over the winter months I read a book “The Heart of Everything that Is”. The book is a history of the Lakota Oglala Sioux warrior chief Red Cloud. I think it was one of the best history books I have ever read. The book has compelled me to see if I can walk in Red Clouds moccasins, stand where he stood, see what he saw. This is still quite possible because very little has changed in this vast area of the country. It seems the US Army basically wiped out the Indians or rounded them up into camps, aka reservations, to simply to assure immigrant safety to the more promising areas in the West. California for example. Oh, yes some stayed but, to give you some idea, my state of Montana is the fourth largest in terms of land mass and we still barely have one million residents. To say that the trail west was covered in blood is an understatement. Unbelievable atrocities were committed on both sides.


Red Cloud Oglala Sioux Warrior Chief

The book truly captivated me and I found that there was much to learn and understand. There is still much I don’t understand and most of it concerns human behavior. But, life is a journey and my goal is to try and increase my understanding until my last breathe.

I am plotting a trip, next month  with Molly, to The Heart of Everything That Is aka the Black Hills. I’ve not explored this part of the country before and am very much looking forward to it.

Molly will be chronicling our adventures with stories and photos on her blog. if you are interested in following our progress as we explore this amazing land. Molly Montana’s Good Stories and Photos

I’ll let you know when we depart.

©Kinsey Barnard





I recently bought a new point and shoot camera. Unbeknownst to me, the previous one had fallen out of my pocket whilst out walking. I tried to find it by retracing my steps but the camera had been swallowed up by the snow. It’ll probably show up again sometime in the spring. Strangely enough losing that camera has caused me to take a walk down memory lane.

I love to play with cameras, discover what they can do through experimentation. Most people just put these little cameras on automatic and fire away. But, they actually have amazing capabilities. I was experimenting with the ISO on this new camera to see how far I could push it. In extremely low light conditions and without a flash I took a few macro photos of one of my favorite canvases which hangs in my office. The shots turned out remarkably well. They also got me thinking about my mother. Continue reading

Cruise Ships – Floating Cesspools

It’s been in the news quite frequently, stories about cruise ship passengers becoming ill with some virus or other. I don’t think anyone should be surprised. Cruise ships today are monuments to our mindless, hedonistic lifestyles. They are floating cesspools on many levels.
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