Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

A mane that perfectly wild doesn’t happen by itself, you know. It’s molded and twisted and knotted by wind and rain and burrs and bits of greasewood and pieces of saltbush. Terra wears it magnificently well.

Under an ever-changing stormy sky that chased shadows and sunlight across the basin, Chipeta ran with the wind that carried a hint of rain … but didn’t fulfill its promise.

Pretty Temple, one of the mustangs that gives the landscape of Spring Creek Basin its magic.

More pretty girls who grace Spring Creek Basin – Houdini and Shane.

Piedra is one of the loveliest mares in Spring Creek Basin (which is saying something given how gorgeous they ALL are).

Check out the grey mane at her withers … and the black mane are her crest. But look closely to see the cutest black-tipped graceful-long mustang ears you’ve ever seen.

… of chewing … of swishing …

But just goshdarn gorgeous from any angle. 🙂

He’s a big braw bay boy. Aspen, named for the upside-down aspen leaf on his forehead. No aspen (trees) in Spring Creek Basin, but those higher up the valley are starting their seasonal change. The cottonwoods won’t be far behind.

By their labor, this country was born – even before it was America.

Pretty grey girl Juniper in a greasewood “forest.” She’s so grey now, she looks almost blue. Such a lovely!

Hollywood is just another handsome mustang in just another gorgeous place in just another tiny corner of the West. And thank goodness for all those “justs.” They *just* add beauty to our world!