Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Hollywood’s mares adore him.

He’s pretty fond of them, too. 🙂

The last moments of sunlight were so softly lovely last night.

The sun slipped below a cloud bank just above the far horizon, and not long after the light shuttered, a bright, nearly horizontal slash of lightning crossed the western sky. Time to go!

Thunder and lightning boomed and bloomed across Disappointment Valley … wind whipped cottonwood leaves … and ever so slowly, spatters of rain filled the quiet that followed. Peace.

We’ve gotten some rain (!) that has returned our Colorado-turquoise skies to their usual clarity, but I couldn’t resist sharing this image of lovely Alegre and wise Houdini from a not-too-long-ago visit. Their personalities shine clearly: Alegre, curious; Houdini, not interested … and keeping an eye on things as usual. 🙂

Light is a beautiful, wondrous, gorgeous thing.

To it – that big, glowing orb around which our world revolves – we owe all.

The wind. It exhausts us.

It hasn’t been too terrible lately (the gnats can attest), but it’s also *not* bringing the rain we so desperately need.

Wind and smoke and haze, back.

But we also got rain. 🙂 Not much. Enough to dampen the dust … until the wind picked up the next day … this day, pictured.

We’ll take whatever we can get.