Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Hot, hot, hot. Skywalker takes a break from grazing. Not much to do but wait it out.

Distinguished Flash, once black and white, is fading to grey and white faster than seems possible.

I don’t like to hurry seasons along, but as it gets even hotter and even more dry in Southwest Colorado (sorry, weather people, but it’s true; we’re way past “just a little dry”), I hope we’re fading through July and ever closer to our summer monsoon season. We never count on it, of course; we got monsoons last year and the year before for the first times in several years, and we were ecstatic. We’ll be ecstatic again – if they come – because we need the rains desperately (as always).

Oh, lovely Mariah. We could use a lot more rain and a lot less of your namesake wind.

Handsome boy Sundance walks down a grade to cross an arroyo in the very last light of day.

I’ll tell you, I was scrambling, trying to force my slow lens to focus in that divine light before it – and he – was gone.

Note the mud up his legs; the nearby (to the location of this image) pond has finally diminished to mud, and at least a couple of bands have made their way to the area near one of the new water catchments. I’ve seen only one band drinking there so far – from a great distance – but hopefully it won’t be long before more mustangs are taking advantage of the cool, clear water.

The business of keeping away the flying buggies never ends for Seneca and the other mustangs during these long, hot days of summer. Savvy humans rely on head nets!

Bright-eyed Corazon waits with his family at a little water source. Another pair were waiting just behind them, and when he’d turn to look at them, he’d cast a glance in my direction, the light would fill that off-side eye, and I’d hit the shutter. I also was trying to get those long braids in the composition; any mare or woman would be envious of them!

Piedra caught in a moment of observation – of me observing her – between head-down grazing with her band.