
Buckeye was nibbling on galleta near the base of this piΓ±on or juniper tree … and keeping an eye on me at the same time. Never UNaware, those mustangs.

Buckeye was nibbling on galleta near the base of this piΓ±on or juniper tree … and keeping an eye on me at the same time. Never UNaware, those mustangs.

Mustangs, Spring Creek Basin, water and aspen β all in the same view. Many of my favorite things. π
The mustangs don’t *always* cooperate when spectacular things are happening on the horizon. Posing really isn’t their jam (though they sometimes do it very well, indeed). However, although there are no mustangs in these pix, I decided they showed off the gorgeousity of Spring Creek Basin to such a degree that they stand on their own (and there *were* mustangs nearby; you just have to take my word for it!).
The rainbow Sunday evening was faint … and then it was BRIGHT. Never more than that little section, but wowza. Every strand of color was bright and clear and distinct:

That extreme brightness didn’t last very long. All I did when processing was to add a touch of sharpening. (I mean, really, how can you improve on that with a mere computer?!)
Then, last night, as I was leaving the basin, this interesting light-prism phenomenon, in nearly the same area of sky:

Mother Nature is booming in the high country with her annual aspen show, but she apparently didn’t want us in dry, brown Disappointment Valley to feel left out. π
We are grateful!

Soooooooooooooooo magical!

Weird distortion courtesy of the crack across my phone camera lens (boo!). Otherwise … beautiful!

Do you see the lingering rainbow? Subtle as sunset light. π

Not-so-subtle sunset colors looking west!

And ending the day with a view back to the east/southeast.
Blessed. No other word for it.

Corazon and his trusty lieutenant, Maiku, rarely are this close together, let alone posing so nicely.
Stout, handsome pinto boys. π

Gorgeous Winona. Again, are more words needed?
My folks have been visiting this week, and we’ve been taking care of lots of projects, so that’s why I’ve been a little quiet on the blog lately and not very wordy with the posts. π

Tenaz grazes his way down a hillside at sunset on another peaceful evening in Spring Creek Basin. … Nearly silhouetted, he could be anymustang on anyrange in the American West. We cherish the freedom of them all.

It’s in the details: Mz. Madison is sporting a bit of silver in her mane. … It happens to us all. π

Sancho napping on the side of an open drainage, just below the top, sunlit and relaxed and peaceful.