
Beautiful Seneca was as surprised to see me as I was to see her!
I was photographing another band when all of a sudden their heads went up, all attention on a small drainage behind us. And there came a band!
Great timing. 🙂

Beautiful Seneca was as surprised to see me as I was to see her!
I was photographing another band when all of a sudden their heads went up, all attention on a small drainage behind us. And there came a band!
Great timing. 🙂

Mysterium and Juniper – lovely grey ladies – lead their band on a trot across the road in pursuit of another band. Sometimes when they go, they all go!

Too bad it’s not dusk and too bad those illuminated gnats aren’t fireflies twinkling around Rowan and Bia. 🙂

Hollywood is not fat by any stretch … but he’s doing OK. In the pic above, he was with Sundance’s band (or nearby). I’ve seen him more recently with other elder Aspen and some youngsters … and following Sundance again.
Getting old sucks … but he’s doing OK.

Muddy girl Seneca grazes some yummy green goodness with her band in the very last light of a golden evening in Spring Creek Basin.
Who’s that behind her? Stay tuned.

Alegre and Maia are one of a few mother-daughter pairs together as adults in Spring Creek Basin.
They stood like this for a few minutes while they napped, Maia’s muzzle softly resting against Alegre’s shoulder.

Storm and his band have been a bit more accessible again this summer, like last summer, and I’ve enjoyed spending some time with them. Storm hasn’t given me a lot of photographable moments, though, mainly grazing peacefully along with his mares (which is wonderful for me … but not really share-able :)).
It was during a recent evening when the eastern side of the basin lit up with amazing light just at the end of day while the western sky held a brief glow of gold-rimmed red clouds – and Storm head-down in a patch of yummy grass, in the shadowed lee of a small hill – that I remembered some pix I’d taken of him previously that I’d never posted.
So this pic isn’t recent (it’s from the beginning of June, before the rain), but my beautiful boy deserves to be seen. He was relaxed-alert watching the world from his hip-cocked perch on the side of a hill, his mares napping above him. I didn’t have the best angle from my own perch on the rounding-away side of the small hill, but take please take my word for it: It was *beautiful* – the mustang, the view, the day.
Can’t ask for much more than that … and the means to share it.