The world is an amazing place, the creatures upon this Earth a wide and incredible variety, the magic they emit some sort of secret we humans don’t seem to be quite in on. It’s hard to think of us humans as part of this magical place … such is the harm we do to it and each other and our fellow creatures.
Sometimes my thoughts lead me to dark places, but how can a body possibly be melancholy faced with …
From high on the north hills of Spring Creek Basin, looking westish-southwestish. That’s Filly Peak in the far distance. Just beyond, the basin drops off over the rimrock edge of the world into the wider Disappointment.
An evening spent with Grey/Traveler’s band. I found a place in the open, in the sunshine, and watched and waited and felt the darkness leave my soul … as always happens …
And from that place – on the hill, in the light – the horses moved around me, in and out of my field of vision, never far away, always aware …
And I saw the color of the light change …
And heard the sound of the air quiver into its end-of-day hum …
As I watched up the hill …
And across the hill …
Caught the filtered softness of light …
And the tiny things out standing in the light …
And the very last hurrah of light …
And never wanted to leave.
Such is the magic, eh?
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
It’s how I feel when my deer herds come by to visit and for corn.
It’s always so great when nature lets us see something special, be it a horse, deer ,squirrel or birds . Everythibg seems to stand still while you watch, and you want it not to end. Nature is the best magic there is.
Wow, what wonderful pics. The lighting is so soft. Thanks again!
“Nature is the best magic there is.” Soooo well said, Karen.