Just a couple of minutes after the photos from yesterday’s post and the day’s before were taken, the sun settled behind a cloud – or the cloud parked itself in front of sun – and the light softened. Crickets (?) and chirrups and the sigh of breeze and the warmth of an August evening became the most important things, and all was well with the world as the bands grazed and moseyed, enjoying that rich growth of rain-watered native grass.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
One of those special moments in time, and all made possible by a passing cloud. Magic moments in mustang land.
That cloud literally parked and didn’t pass for an extraordinarily long time! Ha!
So peaceful! So glad for the green!
The drought weighs so heavily. … The rain makes us all come alive. 🙂
So lovely😊
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He’s a handsome guy, for sure. 🙂
Love this!
Isn’t he handsome? 🙂