Some beautiful light over Buckeye’s band on a recent evening, looking southeast. Buckeye at left, Aiyanna at center, Rowan at right and … see if you can spot Dundee behind the tree at far right. No rain, but the temps have dropped, and the cloud cover has been an absolute relief.
Bonus:
Met this teeny tiny little friend on a hike in a different part of Disappointment Valley.
Super itty bitty! Catching its movement is the only way I saw it. That’s some good camo!
This is a young mare who’s not usually on the blog, but something about this pic of her just stopped me as I was going through images … and I just decided that she needed to be shared.
It’s the quiet moments, not the big ones, that make spending time with the wild ones worth every second. Those are the ones we fight for.
Handsome mustang Flash in the foreground, rain comin’ in the background.
That rain reached us … but not as much reached the ground as we need to really soak the ground.
Terra, so beautiful, doesn’t really relish being the object of attention. That doesn’t detract from her beauty, but it does make “capturing” her a challenge. 🙂
Two stallions, two profiles in wild dignity: Tenaz and Skywalker.
My dad, Dave, is now closer to 80 than he was to 70. Still works hard on tractors and fields. Still goes to church, takes my mom, Nancy, and friends to dinner, lunch. Still provides for a small cow herd, a not-so-small horse herd. Still calls and asks how the truck’s running. Still worries more about changing the tractor’s oil than I do (thankfully, the tractor benefits from his and my mom’s visits every time they visit). Tells me not to molest the bears (if ever there was an inside dad joke … :)).
Still takes responsibility for raising a little horse girl who never (thankfully) outgrew horses. 🙂
My daddy and me, building a stall, circa late 1972.
Serious business!
This is what my mom said of the pic:
“We were in Columbia Station, Ohio. (My parents grew up in neighboring Ohio counties and met showing horses as teenagers.) Only there, I think, 9 or 10 months. This was taken probably October or November of 1972 (I was a year and a couple of months old). You were walking. You & Dad were making a stall for Devil (Devil May Care, Quarter Horse my dad received as (partial?) payment while working for a trainer during college at Ohio State University). Dad went back to Fort Huachuca (Arizona) for combat intelligence school then we went to Fort Campbell (Kentucky, where my brother, Jeff, was born when I was almost 3). I listed & sold the house with him gone!! I guess he came back to haul Devil to Campbell??” (We had already been at Fort Huachuca (Mom said I had my first birthday there while my dad attended the basic MI (military intelligence) course.).
Thanks, Daddy, for giving me horses. 🙂 Happy birthday! I love you!
Did any wild pony ever look more handsome while napping? 🙂
On a recent morning, it was already warm (read: well on the way to getting hot), and Maiku was content and peaceful with his family.
Dundee, born in Sand Wash Basin, matches her Spring Creek Basin surroundings perfectly.
That very red sky is caused by wildfire smoke, again, filtering through the horizon haze at sunset. Thankfully, not from fires very nearby but fires devastating to those fleeing and fighting. A man has been charged with first-degree arson in connection with the devastating fires in and around Spokane, Washington. Unfathomable.
Kestrel: beautiful, wise, wild. I wish we knew enough to learn all we can from her and mares like her.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 