Stallion, classic

30 08 2024

If you don’t realize from Sundance’s march that he means business, please allow me to translate from the original and ancient mustang: Sundance means business.

Remember the young guy wandering around wreaking havoc among bands a few nights/posts ago? This (above situation) was soon after I arrived on the scene, so I don’t know the exact extent of his havoc (I do know that I had seen his usual-pal way west on my way into the basin and had wondered where this young fellow was …). But although he was a fair distance from his family, that was too close for Sundance, who decided to have a little meeting with the youngster.

Soon after Sundance’s encounter, Storm reinforced the message, after which the young stallion went off to look for other targets – which he found in the form a big group of a couple of bands heading this way from an evening drink at a nearby pond. THEY ended up fleeing across a deep arroyo, up over a little table-top end of a ridge, down and through another deep arroyo and up another ridge.

Meanwhile, young master headed back to his original targets – or nearby – as seen in the pix of the evening of majesty a few nights ago.

“Never give up”: motto of young stallions everywhere. 🙂

(And oh my GOSH, I adore the image of Sundance framed by Temple Butte and McKenna Peak! Classics, all!)





Incoming

29 08 2024

Kestrel and Maia watch the young bachelor approach from an arroyo and a ridge away. They – the whole group of a couple of bands – were intensely interested in the approach of an unknown (I don’t know that he’s *totally* unknown) solo horse. He sure sent them on a not-short runaway mission. I was grateful for the short time I had with them – and the looks of concentration that I almost never witness otherwise!





Contemplative

28 08 2024

So-pretty Mariah, knee-deep in galleta grass.

Just a little bit of rain has had a big impact on the range this year. And that’s a gigantic relief.





Bright girl

27 08 2024

Not even a downed, dead tree and abundant grass could keep Rowan from keeping those bright eyes on me, just in case.





‘I love magic’

26 08 2024

Prepare ye for brilliance.

When I went into the basin Saturday evening, this was the view to the northwest beyond Spring Creek Basin, its namesake canyon and lower Disappointment Valley. You can just see eastern Utah’s northern La Sal Mountains at the right edge of the vast curtain of storm-rain.

This pic, with its sage-covered foreground, semi-jagged horizon and gorgeous-glorious sky with angel rays above an isolated downpour of distant rain, illustrates *The West* to me.

Fast forward a couple of hours, and this was developing above our southeastern horizon: end of Valentine Mesa, Temple Butte, McKenna Peak, the crowns of submarine ridge and Brumley Point over Knife Edge, The Glade in the far distance (hi, Rick!) beyond Round Top and Flat Top.

At the same time as above, this was the view to the west. I thought we were going to get last light through that window to the right of the sun, but the clouds had other ideas.

While my very long lens is perfect for capturing pix of the mustangs, not even my wide-angle lens (if I’d had it along) is wide enough for this amazing view of Storm’s band under the, uh, storm clouds (he WAS born under a storm!).

The light on those clouds – and the very far ridges (bottom center between submarine ridge and Brumley Point) – with that narrow band of dark, dark blue (that’s rain away off yonder) … WOW. And just right of very bottom center is a young wild pony who recently left his family and is usually with a calm elder-ish bachelor but this evening was having fun (between peaceful-grazing energy-restoration periods) creating havoc among a few other widespread bands.

Storm at right heading back to his band after leaving a deposit on a stud pile on the road (where I am … really needing to leave as dark approaches but unwilling to leave the gorgeousity).

Other than sharpening, this pic is exactly as it came out of my phone’s most-excellent camera (how DID we survive without cameras in our phones that we can take to the wildest places on Earth?! I won’t be without my camera-cameras … but I do love my phone’s camera for the wide, wild shots). Nerd info: The other pix also had some shadow-lightening applied (with sharpening) to better see the horses in the foreground, but that’s it. WHO NEEDS AI when you have this kind of light happening right in front of you????

It’s straight-up magic, folks. Ma Nature is kind of a genius. 🙂 All I do is point and click. And share. 🙂

We didn’t get rain out of either of those storms … but we got *divine* and very fabulous rain Sunday morning!

(Thanks to Harry Potter for this post’s title/quote!)





The softer side of stallions

25 08 2024

Tenaz through soft-green, out-of-focus greasewood – just as handsome as straight-on.

And I love that he even found a sprig of greasewood or some other salt-desert shrub to hold a bit of that lovely forelock aside – the better to see his band and let us see his glorious eye.





Beauty aligned

24 08 2024

Beauty is everywhere you look in Spring Creek Basin … including in a lineup of mustangs. 🙂





Super fine

22 08 2024

We’re long overdue for an update about Master Odin, he of glowing dun coat and inquisitive, kind, cheeky nature.

He’s doing great. 🙂

He’s pretty independent, still nursing from mama Shane, still the darling of his entire family (which includes a couple of bands within a group). Above, he was watching the group’s following bachelor stallion, who was grazing down in a little bowl just ahead of where the bands were mosey-grazing.

And I have seen his daddy, Hollywood, recently, though too far for pix. He seems to be doing as all right as usual.





Moody gold girl

21 08 2024

Late, late, golden light on beautiful Alegre.





Glory girl

20 08 2024

Beautiful Temple at glorious sunset.