
… but for strands of his mane, waving in the wind.

… but for strands of his mane, waving in the wind.

From this vantage point on the “back side” of Filly Peak, you can see Temple Butte, Round Top, Flat Top and Brumley Point. There be mustangs among those weathered folds of hills and arroyos.

Alegre was resting in the sunshine after her own day at the spa. She was completely at ease, with her family around her … just the way it’s supposed to be for our mustangs.

Sometimes, a single strand of anything is all you need to get started – toward everything.
It was really windy this day in Spring Creek Basin. 🙂

Sweet Storm must have thought he had a chance of hiding in the pinon-juniper. He has a pretty guaranteed chance of looking totally handsome, rimmed by sunlight!

Handsome Kwana walks into the sunset … a little cloudy on this windy day in Spring Creek Basin. We’d like to see more cloudy days over the basin, especially if those clouds herald rain or snow.
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Happy post-turkey dinner!

Happy Thanksgiving to all those whose gratitude for wild places and the wild lives that inhabit these places helps keep those beautiful lives wild and free. With your voices, you speak for the wildness that we love.
Endless thanks!

Imagine mustangs. They’re there.
A little to the left. Down the hill. On the other side of the arroyo. 🙂
And then the light was gone.
The mustangs live on.

Do you love Raven’s white chinny-chin-chin? 🙂

Pretty girl Winona on a pretty fall day.