Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Chipeta keeps an eye on me, looking at her, grazing in the green – mostly greasewood, yes, but a whole lotta fresh, growing grass, too.

Now granted, a lot of what you’re seeing is greasewood and other salt-desert shrubs, but I *promise* there is excellent grass in there as well, mostly alkali sacatone and/or sand dropseed (it looks very similar).

Yummmmmmmmmmmmm-MEEE!

The couple that gets muddy together – working hard together! – stays together? 🙂

Especially when rainbows form overhead. 🙂

Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad – 53 years! Amazing! 🙂 So wonderful to spend time with ya’ll recently (even with a few mustang sightings) in wild Wyoming!

(If you have them to spare, a few prayers for cooler weather and RAIN won’t go amiss with anniversary wishes for my folks in Central Texas. It is HOT there and terribly dry, and they sure could use some relief.)

Dust in the air, tinged by low, almost-sunset light … ahhh.

And just in case eyes are getting gritty, noses are starting to run …

This might be why. 🙂 There’s a whole lotta *lot* in that air out there.

Handsome horseness brought to you by a few flying feathered friends. 🙂 I think they were his escort as he prepared to greet a neighbor stallion.

Ahhhhh.

What a hunk. 🙂

Lovely, wise Winona looks a little disheveled as late summer holds heat and dryness, but we are sliding inexorably toward autumn, with cooler days and nights ahead. Hold on, beautiful. Just a bit longer …

A prayer for peace. … And a thousand more … then a thousand more …

This image of wonderful, handsome Sundance is a perfect tribute to my handsome, wonderful dad. 🙂 Always there for me and his family.

I love you, Dad! 🙂