‘Tis the season when the ponies are using any sort of bush or small tree as a whisk to brush off the bugs. Storm seems surprised at being caught in the act. He had already walked nearly all the way around this small juniper. The wind helps, but most of the horses seem to take advantage of any trees or sufficiently stiff bushes they come across!
Mysterium in the wind and smoke. Pretty girl. Not-so-pretty day. But the content of the day was gorgeous. 🙂
Seven and Tesora on a very windy, very smoky day in Spring Creek Basin. A fire is burning near Gallup, N.M., and some pretty crazy-strong wind is blowing it straight up Colorado’s tailpipe.
Comanche and Bounce put on a show for the ladies, none of whom were terribly interested.
Unless you count this one; I thought they looked terribly handsome. 🙂
For all the great dads out there – including my very own – happy Father’s Day! The time you spend and the lessons you impart are always remembered.
Aspen and a friend watch Comanche’s band. The horses saw him (her?) before I did, and she (he?) didn’t know I was there until I called out a hello. I scared him/her more than the horses did, just being human.
Comanche gives me the dismissal blink as he turns away from giving me any more attention than necessary – which wasn’t quiiiite long enough to catch his handsome face looking directly at me with ears perked. 🙂
Chrome, Terra and Winona graze together in the softest evening light.
Big girl Seneca provides a nice resting place for mama Chipeta’s chin. 🙂
Tesora and Puzzle look fat and shiny below Brumley Point and the unnamed promontory – which happen to be lined up perfectly from this perspective but are, in fact, two different land forms!
