Dancing with the light

3 09 2024

Buckeye in the universally known stallion dance at the end of the day.





The green looks good

2 09 2024

Piedra and Kestrel and their bandmates – indeed, the whole herd – are taking advantage of the bounty of (particularly) galleta grass this summer. The grama and sand dropseed and alkali sacaton also are particularly good. Mustang heaven as the days shorten.





Quiet – for now

1 09 2024

At the very moment of sunset, Flash and his young pals were taking a break from harassing the other stallions and their bands. Fortunately, the break gave the other stallions a much-needed breather, too!





So full

31 08 2024

Be still my so-in-love heart.

I have been in complete love with Storm (sorry human men; you really don’t stand a chance) since the moment I saw him, bright-copper-penny red with a huge blaze, hind stockings and still-tipped ears, standing with his mama Alpha, dried blood still reddening her hind legs, sweet, divine look on her face as she stood calmly with her spunky baby boy.

That was back in the days when I had to drive two hours to get to the basin and was camping in my Jeep. I have watched him grow up and into a marvelous band stallion, watching over his own mares and spunky foals.

As much as I love them ALL, Storm is my boy. He makes my heart big enough to love them all, and that’s pretty amazing.





Stallion, classic

30 08 2024

If you don’t realize from Sundance’s march that he means business, please allow me to translate from the original and ancient mustang: Sundance means business.

Remember the young guy wandering around wreaking havoc among bands a few nights/posts ago? This (above situation) was soon after I arrived on the scene, so I don’t know the exact extent of his havoc (I do know that I had seen his usual-pal way west on my way into the basin and had wondered where this young fellow was …). But although he was a fair distance from his family, that was too close for Sundance, who decided to have a little meeting with the youngster.

Soon after Sundance’s encounter, Storm reinforced the message, after which the young stallion went off to look for other targets – which he found in the form a big group of a couple of bands heading this way from an evening drink at a nearby pond. THEY ended up fleeing across a deep arroyo, up over a little table-top end of a ridge, down and through another deep arroyo and up another ridge.

Meanwhile, young master headed back to his original targets – or nearby – as seen in the pix of the evening of majesty a few nights ago.

“Never give up”: motto of young stallions everywhere. 🙂

(And oh my GOSH, I adore the image of Sundance framed by Temple Butte and McKenna Peak! Classics, all!)





Incoming

29 08 2024

Kestrel and Maia watch the young bachelor approach from an arroyo and a ridge away. They – the whole group of a couple of bands – were intensely interested in the approach of an unknown (I don’t know that he’s *totally* unknown) solo horse. He sure sent them on a not-short runaway mission. I was grateful for the short time I had with them – and the looks of concentration that I almost never witness otherwise!





Contemplative

28 08 2024

So-pretty Mariah, knee-deep in galleta grass.

Just a little bit of rain has had a big impact on the range this year. And that’s a gigantic relief.





Bright girl

27 08 2024

Not even a downed, dead tree and abundant grass could keep Rowan from keeping those bright eyes on me, just in case.





‘I love magic’

26 08 2024

Prepare ye for brilliance.

When I went into the basin Saturday evening, this was the view to the northwest beyond Spring Creek Basin, its namesake canyon and lower Disappointment Valley. You can just see eastern Utah’s northern La Sal Mountains at the right edge of the vast curtain of storm-rain.

This pic, with its sage-covered foreground, semi-jagged horizon and gorgeous-glorious sky with angel rays above an isolated downpour of distant rain, illustrates *The West* to me.

Fast forward a couple of hours, and this was developing above our southeastern horizon: end of Valentine Mesa, Temple Butte, McKenna Peak, the crowns of submarine ridge and Brumley Point over Knife Edge, The Glade in the far distance (hi, Rick!) beyond Round Top and Flat Top.

At the same time as above, this was the view to the west. I thought we were going to get last light through that window to the right of the sun, but the clouds had other ideas.

While my very long lens is perfect for capturing pix of the mustangs, not even my wide-angle lens (if I’d had it along) is wide enough for this amazing view of Storm’s band under the, uh, storm clouds (he WAS born under a storm!).

The light on those clouds – and the very far ridges (bottom center between submarine ridge and Brumley Point) – with that narrow band of dark, dark blue (that’s rain away off yonder) … WOW. And just right of very bottom center is a young wild pony who recently left his family and is usually with a calm elder-ish bachelor but this evening was having fun (between peaceful-grazing energy-restoration periods) creating havoc among a few other widespread bands.

Storm at right heading back to his band after leaving a deposit on a stud pile on the road (where I am … really needing to leave as dark approaches but unwilling to leave the gorgeousity).

Other than sharpening, this pic is exactly as it came out of my phone’s most-excellent camera (how DID we survive without cameras in our phones that we can take to the wildest places on Earth?! I won’t be without my camera-cameras … but I do love my phone’s camera for the wide, wild shots). Nerd info: The other pix also had some shadow-lightening applied (with sharpening) to better see the horses in the foreground, but that’s it. WHO NEEDS AI when you have this kind of light happening right in front of you????

It’s straight-up magic, folks. Ma Nature is kind of a genius. 🙂 All I do is point and click. And share. 🙂

We didn’t get rain out of either of those storms … but we got *divine* and very fabulous rain Sunday morning!

(Thanks to Harry Potter for this post’s title/quote!)





The softer side of stallions

25 08 2024

Tenaz through soft-green, out-of-focus greasewood – just as handsome as straight-on.

And I love that he even found a sprig of greasewood or some other salt-desert shrub to hold a bit of that lovely forelock aside – the better to see his band and let us see his glorious eye.