Mz. Gaia has some years on her (she’s at least a year, maybe two older than Kestrel), and she’s a lean-built mare, but she’s looking pretty decent with good groceries this spring. We don’t actually have a lot of sorrels in Spring Creek Basin. I love the way her coat shines in the evening sunlight.
Whatever the reason for any war or conflict – politics, greed, hubris, defense – the real cost and tragedy is in human lives. While we may mourn fallen soldiers collectively, we as citizens rarely know their names or details about their lives. Those unbearably intimate details are reserved for their families, their friends, their brothers and sisters in arms.
Patriotism, a sense of duty, the desire to serve their country, even wishes for a better education and/or lives for their families … many reasons follow ordinary people into military service, where decisions are made far above the rank and file.
Please hold the fallen in your prayers today, and if you know a soldier, sailor, airman, Marine, Coast Guardsman or those serving in any branch of the U.S. military, active or reserve, hold them close if you can and offer a prayer for their safety, that they return (relatively) whole to their families.
Collectively, we are Americans, and one fallen is one too many.
Seneca’s mud facial didn’t quite get all wiped off when she left the spa. 🙂
I don’t know what story those scars tell, specifically. In a general sense, Skywalker is a stallion always looking (so far).
This is the kind of light-on-mustangs-on-land that photographers (I) dream of.
Glorious Mysterium.
Is there anything more beautiful than a gorgeous, glowing mustang?!
I always appreciate the way Kestrel and the land complement each other. At 19, she’s still fabulous!
The greys are a little more theatrical, maybe, than the other colors. Here, Mariah thought she’d try on her leopard appaloosa costume. 🙂
A stallion’s work is never done. One mare was fine; others were ignoring him. Silly stallions, thinking they’re in charge. 🙂
A bit of late sunlight catches Temple perfectly.
Blue hour appeared while I was waiting for a sunset explosion that never manifested; the clouds in the west ultimately were just too heavy. But there was a nice bit of light highlighting Utah’s La Sal Mountains, and Winona prettied up the scene nicely.
