Storm and his band prefer the quiet places beyond the back of beyond. In the course of looking for them (and finding them, sometimes) in those places this year, they’ve shown me a number of seeps. Even after all these years and lots and lots (LOTS!) of wandering, they teach me how much I have to learn about this wonderful place they call home.
🙂 Who doesn’t love to learn new things? 🙂
Hollywood’s band on a bench just below the top of Round Top in Spring Creek Basin. The top is just above my right shoulder. This is looking basically northwestish, and the basin stretches across the middle background.
Kwana follows his ladies away from their evening drink.
The mountains are clearer than they’ve been lately. Our temps dropped, which is lovely, but no clouds means no rain.
Spirit places each hoof carefully on the slippery shale while walking down a fin of a ridge on the west side of Round Top. What they were doing up there – and they were up there! – only they know.
The view is fabulous, but the grazing is sparse!
… and shake off all the flies.
Lift your right leg up … and shake off all the flies.
Or maybe Comanche has invented a new rain dance! 🙂
The inimitable Houdini climbs a hill after drinking with her band at the newest water catchment above Disappointment Road. That catchment is a few years old now, and during these exceptionally dry times, we’re as grateful for it as ever.
In the background are cottonwoods along (dry) Disappointment Creek (outside Spring Creek Basin).
Hurricanes and flooding; wildfires and destruction; drought and no rain in sight. And those are just the simplest to name. My heart aches for all those suffering.
Killian is about to enter the shade from nearby Round Top. He’s so handsome, he carries his light with him.
Terra and Piedra went on the alert when a vehicle approached their band’s nap zone. We weren’t too far from the road (my back is to it as I sat on the ground facing them).
The driver passed slowly; I waved; the horses moved a little farther away.
We returned to napping and lounging. 🙂
Making every shade of brown look drab in comparison, the lovely Madison glows on an autumn evening in Spring Creek Basin.
How DOES she look so beautiful in her wildness?
One cannot presume to think like mustangs … but I’m fairly sure their curiosity about us humans does not include such thoughts of how amazingly beautiful we are. 😉
Skywalker was mostly grazing along, nonchalantly following a couple of bands. As long as they were in sight, he didn’t seem to feel the need to be too close (and the bands’ stallions made sure he DIDN’T get too close).
Dude is totally chill. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 