The faraway gaze

14 03 2018

Mariah; Knife Edge

On a windy day, something in the distance caught Mariah’s attention. She certainly had mine.

 





Mr. Stout

13 03 2018

Tenaz

Tenaz the Stout looks after his band on a rare cloudy day in Spring Creek Basin.

Where is our rain? Colorado’s “wettest month” … ain’t.





At ease

12 03 2018

Terra; McKenna Peak, Temple Butte (barely)

Do you love Terra’s little smile? 🙂

And why wouldn’t she smile? She lives in a place close to heaven.





Glowy girls

11 03 2018

Houdini, Alegre and Maia

Three of the most gorgeous girls in the basin: Houdini, Alegre and Maia. 🙂





Livin’ in the moment

10 03 2018

Hollywood; Spring Creek canyon, La Sal Mountains

Does this photo remind you of fall?

Hard to believe spring is – basically – here. Seems like it has been here since last fall. It’s good to see those old, golden grasses. … But it’d be really nice to see some green … after some moisture.

March-as-Colorado’s-wettest-month isn’t looking so wet … for the second year.





Red in the evening

9 03 2018

Hayden

Hayden enjoys a perfect March day in Spring Creek Basin. Nice … and very dry. It doesn’t appear to be bothering the horses yet, and they still have fairly plentiful water sources.





Dirty pretty gorgeous girls

8 03 2018

Madison and Temple

Because we have mud, we’re happy.

But we could use some that isn’t just at the edges of ponds. 🙂 Temple and Madison surely agree!

 





Such a light

7 03 2018

Comanche

Comanche would look much more dignified … if he didn’t have the cutest stallion-belly ever. 🙂





Soft and pretty

6 03 2018

Winona

Pretty Winona. It’s hard to catch her fast enough to lock focus before she puts her head down again to graze. The out-of-focus softness in the pic is a scraggly greasewood. I had time just to aim and hit the shutter, and her head was down again. 🙂





Alert

5 03 2018

Sundance

Sundance is alert to a commotion of bands at the nearest pond, which was not too close.

But a stallion can never be too sure. And who knows what he learns by watching the others?

Our hoped-for snow came to naught. It blew. It swirled. It ended up in Wyoming (based on how hard the wind was blowing out of the south). The ground never even got wet. Next time …