Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Stout little-big Odin is growing up fast. He’s haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandsome!

Hope you’re all recovering from feasts. 🙂 Odin certainly isn’t missing any groceries!

Piedra keeps an eye on me as she walks into the dwindling light.

Talk about interesting tones of brown in the background and the reflected light that makes even her grey coat look brown. 🙂

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. 🙂

I hope you all have blessings in your lives, and, especially, I hope you all are blessings in others’ lives!

Buckeye, ensuring he knows where everybody is as they graze.

Love those amber and rich bay and brown tones of Tenaz and the hills of Spring Creek Basin as he watches his band head toward evening water.

Tall, dark and gorgeous Cassidy Rain is ready for winter in her velvet winter coat, grazing along with her band.

Moments after I got out to the band and snapped this golden pic of half-hidden Bia, the sun vanished behind clouds, just above the horizon.

Today starts fourth rifle season, and while after the chaos of last season, it can’t be worse, already drivers are up and down once again. So many weeks of peace and quiet don’t prepare us, ever, for the misery of driving seasons. It’ll soon all be (mostly) over.

… over a friend. 🙂

I was photographing in a different direction when I heard something behind me and looked back to see that Temple had laid down to nap. Sunset was approaching through a cloud bank on the horizon – and the ground was damp after a big rain yesterday! – but it was nice and quiet and peaceful, and already several other horses were napping standing up not far away.

Madison grazed her way down to her bestie, Temple, after I skirted around to give her space. Then, when I saw her standing guard over her friend, I went back down and around to take a pic of them napping together. 🙂

Aiyanna and Buckeye were a bit separated from the rest of the band, grazing their way along this hill. I was below them, in the shade, while Aiyanna crossed close to the top, where her right side was lit by the last of the day’s sunshine.

Just a simple portrait of this beautiful girl in the autumn light.

Thirty minutes post-sunset today ends third rifle season. I’ve never been so glad to bid farewell to a week.