Sometimes, it’s even harder than usual to find words to convey the beauty or peace or contentment I feel while with the mustangs. Sometimes, neither words nor images can quite do it … and not words and images together. But if even a little is conveyed … I consider both well worth the time spent, with the understanding that no time in the company of mustangs is even a second wasted.
Aspen had a brief fling following Hollywood’s band recently, and it allowed me to get some pix of him closer than I usually see him. Always good to spend some time with this elder gentleman.
The heat is back, the flying insects are bugging horses and humans alike, and we – including, I imagine, Cassidy Rain – are anticipating the cooler, crisper days of autumn.
Tenaz keeps his eyes on a bachelor pair associated with his band and a lone bachelor. … Just in case his presence and wisdom is needed, you know.
How often do I wish I could bottle the peace of Spring Creek Basin and its wild residents that the whole world should drop the armaments of chaos and war and know even a little dose of it?
Every single day. Every single moment I’m with them.
Skywalker grazes with other bands nearby – and no need to ask why. Look at that grass! Mostly galleta and grama, intermixed with other yummies.
Our Hollywood is all that shines with classic goodness. 🙂
Terra IS a golden girl!
Little Spirit is still summer-slick, but it won’t be long and she and the rest of the mustangs will be starting their winter coats. Meanwhile, we’re still enjoying the bounty of this summer.
When you can be picky about your grazing spot, you know there’s some good grass growing!
Juniper hunts for juuuuuuust the right blades of monsoon-green grama and galleta grass.
At farthest left, the skeleton of the dead pinon is proof that our drought is never far from our thoughts or reality.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 