Beloved horizon

23 04 2013

A quote I saw and liked recently: “We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.” ~ Konrad Adenauer

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Hollywood leads Madison, Comanche and Kestrel (and the rest of the bands’ members) away from the roller-coaster ridge pond, where they drank at the end of the day.

This horizon from Spring Creek Basin: Unique and much loved. With mustangs in front of that horizon: Heaven under the sky.





Purple mustang majesty

17 04 2013

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Big girl Madison looks back toward daddy Comanche and Hollywood’s band at the purple-mountains-majesty end of day. Mama Kestrel and big sister Juniper graze in the background.





Play time, mustang style

16 03 2013

Madison and Temple playing with a deer skull with antlers attached.

Madison and Temple, bold, bright, beautiful mustang girls, found the coolest of cool playthings in the basin the other day: the top part of a deer skull with the antlers attached. (Quite old and weathered.)

Madison playing with a deer skull with antlers attached.

They chewed on the tips, sniffed it, pawed it – lifted it once, and I managed to back focus the three frames I caught – and generally had a grand time with it for about 20 minutes!

Temple plays with the deer skull with antlers attached.

Lesson: Make fun where you find it, with whatever you find!





Going … going …

15 03 2013

Juniper naps on a warm spring day.

Juniper was a sleepy girl …

Juniper succumbs to a lovely, warm spring day.

… on a lovely, warm spring day …

Juniper succumbs to a lovely, warm spring day.

… and she’s gone. 🙂

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Juni down for the count with sister Madison and mama Kestrel. Daddy Comanche was behind them to the right.

What a lovely day. And there’s a blush of green across the hills. As dry as it is, that’s nice to see.





Back to back

27 02 2013

Madison walks past mama Kestrel.

Curious Madison walks past mama Kestrel on a snowy day a couple of weeks ago.

Sunlight and shadow. Mama and daughter. Pretty-pretty.





Snow run

26 02 2013

Comanche's and Hollywood's bands.

Comanche brings up the rear of a mix of his and Hollywood’s bands: Juniper, Madison, Kestrel, Temple and Piedra. Pre-dawn a week or so ago.





Happy Valentine’s Day!

14 02 2013

Madison gives Temple a kiss.

Sometimes, the best kisses catch you by surprise!

Madison and Temple are growing up together because their families stick close together. Madison is Comanche’s and Kestrel’s daughter, and Temple is the daughter of Hollywood and Piedra.

These two sweethearts know how to celebrate the day of love!





Surefooted

3 02 2013

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Madison, daughter of Comanche and Kestrel, walks across a patch of ice in the bottom of an arroyo where her band and Hollywood’s drank. Most of the bands’ members are behind her, but mama Kestrel had found a little seep in the snow just around the bend ahead of her. Interestingly, when Kes went back and forth, she skirted this patch of ice to the right, against the wall of the arroyo. Madison, with the confidence of youth, walked straight across. I love the sunlight turning her bay coat red against the blue of the shadowed ice and snow.





Rimmed

26 01 2013

Kestrel and daughters Juniper and Madison.

Kestrel and two of her three girls. Both Juniper (middle) and Madison (left) were sired by Comanche.





Mustangs at the edge of the world

18 12 2012

Seen any “Pirates” lately? Seems a good reference for this shot:

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Or was it “end” of the world? Ah well. That’s a mix of Comanche’s and Hollywood’s bands on the “edge” of the second saddle of what I call Lizard Mesa. Young bachelors Hayden, Tenaz and Apollo “ran into them” at the double ponds and sent them running north. I thought maybe they’d end up at Sorrel Flats for a drink, but only the boys were there when I arrived. West of the east pocket, I finally spotted the bands on the yonder ridge, all in a line, silhouetted by the sun just before it dropped into a snow-cloud bank, which has been stalled at the west/southwest ridgeline (the top of the very far tree-covered hill you can see in the background of the above pic) for the last two or more days.

Notice, if you will, the complete and utter lack of snow on the ground.

Gentle admonition to folks within 200 miles who got a foot-plus of the white stuff: Don’t be greedy!

How does EVERYBODY get snow but Disappointment Valley!? Not a speck; not a drop. It’s not even damp.

Weatherman says another wave is coming … Cross yer fingers ‘n toes. We sure need the moisture.