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. 🙂
These dark beauties are bright spots at the edge of evening shade.
Cassidy Rain is standing in a shallow arroyo that Raven had already crossed.
… just before the sun set and the moon rose.
For a while now, I’ve been trying to get a shot that shows how vivid are Hollywood’s zebra stripes. This still isn’t quite what I’ve envisioned, but it shows off his stripes pretty well!
Lovely Maia paused long enough for a glamour shot with Spring Creek canyon in the background.
At 6:50:28 p.m., Killian was waiting for his band to graze their way to the top of the ridge.
At 6:51:27 p.m., this was happening:
Killian was already gone, moseying on in the shade of sunset.
By 7:09:38 pm., the ponies were browsing over the ridge, I was on my way back to the Jeep, and the moon was still rising.
Another beautiful day – and night – in the basin.
