Soggy times may be a weird time to remember dusty times, but when the ground is wet (there’s been dew … DEW!), we can remember when the ground wasn’t so wet … when that dust just made for a dramatic background to a photo as Aiyanna, Rowan and Dundee crossed an arroyo on their way to evening water. 🙂
If ridges were the crests of waves and the blowing grasses the motion of the sea, Raven would be a seafaring equine goddess.
We’ve had more rain. Poetic visions aside, that’s more goodness for land and mustangs alike!
This shot came seconds after the pic in yesterday’s post, and just a frame ahead of her stopping near her stallion. 🙂
Terra. Sooooo beautiful!
The most lovely Terra gallops across the landscape to keep up with her band.
Clouds in the background (east-southeast) seemed to promise rain, but we didn’t get any until the next morning – an intense, quick little storm from the west – and that, just a drizzle.
I do love that horizon! It looks like a master’s painting!
South of Spring Creek Basin and Disappointment Valley is an area of the San Juan National Forest known as The Glade. Benchmark Lookout, an old fire tower that is staffed during fire season, has a commanding view from the top and can be seen in the far background of this photo of our lovely Chipeta. The aspen in western Colorado are a little less advanced than those in eastern Utah, but they’re catching up quickly!
The night I realized fall has sprung … err, fallen? … across the slopes of Utah’s La Sal Mountains!
Edge of Spring Creek canyon’s rimrocks at lower left; hills along northern Disappointment Valley across the midground.
Corazon is over a little hump of land, but it’s easy to imagine him face deep in waving galleta grass. In many places, the horses ARE face deep in healthy galleta and other native grasses!
Our horizons are still a bit smoky, but autumn most definitely is here, and coats are starting fuzz.
Tenaz.
Really, I don’t know what else to say!
Not even a dusting of mud can dim the loveliness of beautiful Alegre.
If that grey guy in the lead looks a little different – dark mane and missing spots – than Flash, it’s because he’s NOT Flash. He’s the girls’ new stallion, Buckeye, a 7-year-old handsome former eligible bachelor! He’s a son of our great Chrome and a (likely) great-grandson of our great Grey (also known as Traveler).
“When evening shadows drift …” I think that’s from a Dave Stamey song, but I can’t recall exactly. We sure do get drifting shadows of an evening here in Spring Creek Basin with our buttes and mesas and ridges and arroyos and rimrocks.
That September light also illuminates gorgeously!
