Be kind to each other.
Be grateful for each other.
Be thankful for those you love.
Be blessed in your knowledge of things wild and beautiful. Pass it on.
Remember, in this land of the free, what we fight for and why (not only in our own country, not only human beings). Remember those losing their freedom, even now.
Give thanks, be grateful, help others.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Reya and her babies and little brother rest under a rising moon last month.
Piedra and her big girl Temple. Fuzzy girls are about to see more snow on the La Sals – and possibly in Spring Creek Basin.
Handsome Copper in late light with the unnamed promontory and Lone Cone in the background. Not a much-seen view from the basin; in fact, the horses were down toward the far southeastern boundary, deep in McKenna Peak Wilderness Study Area. Snow still on the Cone, and we may see more of the white stuff by the end of the week and over the weekend. He looks wonderfully healthy, copper in the bronze light.
Seneca and Tenaz catch some zzzz’s together on a blustery cold morning. It started raining shortly after this.
On a rainy November night, remembering a golden warm October day.
Seven hit the brakes and changed direction when he came up from a little drainage to warn Hayden away and saw me – too!
For your service in honor of country and countrymen (and women), for your sacrifices and in acknowledgement of the sacrifices your loved ones make, for the courage of your willingness to step forward, for your patriotism and valor, for the wounds you carry, for your return … and for those who have not and do not, thank you, American veterans.
Gaia and galleta. Reaping the rewards of September rains.
What weird weather we had this year: Drought and the threat of hay shortages because of drought, then rain and floods and the destruction of the hay that was grown.
In Spring Creek Basin, our mustangs took it all in stride and feasted on the plentiful grasses and waded in knee and hock deep to drink from full ponds. For a beautiful stretch of time, it truly was mustang paradise. Now those grasses ARE amber. The horses are thick-coated and round-bellied. And in the beautiful golden days before winter, they graze like kings in the desert.
Hollywood at moonrise last month. Two consecutive evenings in the basin with the mustangs were amazingly beautiful, made magical with the nearly full moon rising over the far ridges.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 