Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Strength and grace and beauty all in one lovely form. Pretty Alegre follows a faint trail to cross a deep arroyo along the way to water. On they went … and by sunset, they were on their way back to that delicious grass.

(Look at that perfect hoof, never touched by an iron rasp held by the hand of man!)

Never far from each other, Winona and Mariah.

Even mud-spattered, Cassidy Rain glows like an equine goddess.

Elegant Juniper with her mud smudges and witchy fairy knots looks right at home under a lowering sky.

Tenaz proves once again that every landscape looks magical with a mustang at its heart. 🙂

He looks so much like his great-granddaddy Grey/Traveler. … Miss Rowan glows very golden this summer.

When I first saw them, they were standing together, a bit apart from Aiyanna and Dundee, in a small arrow of sunlight, directed onto them past a fold of the western rimrocks. Before I could get out to them, though, the shaft of light had dimmed from sunset into clouds, but the loveliest light remained, dusting the clouds above with that pink that reflected onto the horses for another few moments.

Sometimes, the question isn’t whether you believe in magic … but how anyone might NOT.

This image is just about perfect as far as showing our bounty of riches currently: Grass, water, mustangs, room to roam.

The very farthest, pinon-juniper-crowded area in the distance is NOT part of Spring Creek Basin, but between here and there … and many more acres to boot … ARE. And we love every inch.