Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

You might think this is a semi-ho-hum pic of Seneca, but the moon was rising gloriously bright and nearly full to the right (east), and a storm was brewing, and it was nearly dark. So nearly-dark that I almost didn’t scoop my camera out of its pack. But the nearly-dark glowy-light (hard to explain but definitely a *thing*) was so cool that I did.

Seneca was NOT impressed with the technological difficulties of the moment, however, and her ears were at half-mast until she decided that it wasn’t worth giving me the benefit of her attention at all.

The clouds and Mother Nature DID, in fact, brew up some moisture, and between Friday night/early Saturday morning and throughout the day Saturday and overnight to Sunday morning, we got about a quarter of an inch of rain. Dearly needed. And to think, it all started with some nearly-dark, almost-full-moon-rising glowy-light on lovely Seneca and her family on a rise near the road in western Spring Creek Basin! (That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!)

Happy Halloween!

Shortly after sunset, the western sky lit up reflecting the below-horizon sun. Fortunately, Mariah and her band appeared to make the most of the magic. I didn’t do a great job with my exposure or shutter speed, but with great clouds come great sunsets. Part of magic is imagination!

So-pretty Maia, lit on one side by the setting sun and framed on the other side by the glowing cascade of tail-hair of a bandmate. … A simple moment in time. Gorgeous.

And just like that, on a glorious fall evening, in Spring Creek Basin, a couple of gettin’-fuzzy wild ponies stole the show, minutes before the sun faded to shade, and I hit the shutter on possibly one of my favorite pix ever.

Juniper and Storm. Sweetest of wild hearts.

Pretty, windblown Seneca looks back over her shoulder almost to check that I see the approaching band.

Hers had just left water, and another band was coming in.

I’m glad I didn’t miss either band of beautiful ponies.