
Flash and Houdini are still a little bit “together … separately.” Getting to know each other.

I love his expressions. 🙂

I love her wisdom. 🙂

Flash and Houdini are still a little bit “together … separately.” Getting to know each other.

I love his expressions. 🙂

I love her wisdom. 🙂

Maiku bypasses the photographer on his way to chat with an interloping bachelor.
He was so intent, he forgot to chew his stem of galleta!
Last week, some folks visited Disappointment Valley from Ohio and Colorado’s Front Range, respectively. It was wonderful to show them the mustangs and a little bit of what I do in this great wide wonderful yonder. For two, it was their first visit. It was the second visit for the third, but because of very damp weather last time, we didn’t have the opportunity to get into Spring Creek Basin to see the mustangs.
Not only did we get in the basin this time, we had a wonderful visit with one of the bands.
As photographers do, we ended up photographing each other with the horses in the background. I will say that he did a much better job of catching me with the horses than I did of catching *him* with the horses (mostly because I was photographing the horses, and only when I swung my lens over did I catch him looking at/photographing me!).


Probably not many readers have any idea who this person is who’s photographing these mustangs and writing the (few) words for this blog, so with gratitude to friend James, here’s me:


The second pic, of course, captures the better subjects. 🙂

Right you are, mama Aiyanna, to be proud of your beautiful baby Bia!
She’s gorgeous, just like mama. 🙂

Mysterium is squinty-eyed with the sleepies on a wonderful autumn evening under Temple Butte in Spring Creek Basin.
It was a night for layers! We’ve had a low temp in the 30s now in the basin and low country of Disappointment Valley. Gettin’ nippy.

Bluey Temple looks gorgeous in her muddy bits and all that delicious, delightful, divine grass, with the last light glowing on the western rimrocks.

Storm and two of his mares look toward sunset just after the sun had dropped behind Knife Edge.
It’s October, but it still sort of shocks me that the horses are starting to grow their winter coats. How did we get to this (wonderful) time of year again? We ARE enjoying the autumn loveliness!