Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Tesora gleams like gold in the autumn afternoon sunlight.

Seven seems to be giving Maiku a funny look. It was just a moment the camera caught in the action of them approaching each other, but it *is* kinda funny. 🙂

The pintos, though well-proportioned, are generally smaller than the other mustangs in Spring Creek Basin.

This stout little guy (broad but not tall) has the biggest reach of any of the mustangs in Spring Creek Basin, as far as I can tell. He was warning another stallion that his band is not for the taking. The message was received.

Hiya, handsome!

Halloween was spent on hallowed ground – Spring Creek Basin – always imbued with the magic of wildness.

Next weekend, daylight saving time ends. Which means that when I take this photo – or another like it – next Sunday, it will be FIVE O’CLOCK, not 6. Whew. The year is winding down. Some moisture would be welcome. It has been a very dry – very beautiful but very dry – fall.

The vibrant big land form above/behind Chrome is an area known as Klondike Basin.

That’s Tenaz, giving the eyeball from behind one of his mares. Funny boy.

Happy birthday to my wonderful and wonderfully inspiring mom!

How do you thank a person – your mom – for a lifetime of support and encouragement? Someone asked me recently whether my parents had ever pushed me toward anything particular in life. We were talking about how our “normal” family lives make us rather dysfunctional in these modern times! An interesting perspective, eh?

It wasn’t particular, material things my parents pushed me toward; rather, it was characteristics, I think, that we (my brother and I) were shown – by their behavior – that we just (just!) emulated: high standard of ethics, compassion, tolerance, flexibility, the ability to not only adapt to new situations but thrive in them.

In short, my mom (and dad) is pretty awesome. 🙂

She (and he) also made sure I grew up with horses – as she (and he) did. Thanks, Mom. 🙂

Happy birthday!