
Sometimes the key to an intriguing image is to just keep clicking. 🙂 Temple, photographed through the legs of her stallion.

Sometimes the key to an intriguing image is to just keep clicking. 🙂 Temple, photographed through the legs of her stallion.

Cassidy Rain is notoriously hard to photograph. As gorgeous as she is, she doesn’t like to pose; she’s too busy eating or ignoring the photographer. 🙂 But with snow lingering on Temple Butte and McKenna Peak (out of frame to the right), I had good incentive to try to catch her, you know, looking gorgeous. Unfortunately, the sun had winked behind a cloud just at this moment, so with her in the shade, the background blew out a little. But you get the idea. Gorgeous and gorgeous-er!

First-time mama Aiyanna is already well-versed in the behavior of her daughter, Bia. Here, Bia has approached and seems to “check in” with mom before sidling up beside her for an evening snack of baby’s best nourishment. Aiyanna is such an easy-going mama. Bia is a beloved baby (by her aunties and daddy, too!).

Aka Maia. 🙂
Wow. That’s some serious mud immersion! She and her band weren’t far from a pond that still has good water. Hopefully we have some rain coming this weekend. It is dry, dry, dusty dry.
In good news: Today is the last day of third rifle season.

If this pic of pretty Mysterium up to her knees in the east-pocket pond doesn’t help you feel refreshed and relieved … sit with it a while. … It’ll come. 🙂

Apologies for the lack of a post this morning. Life is busy-ness.
In good news, Terra looks lovely any time of day (or night). I so love her beautiful dark, expressive eyes.

Chipeta, just down a little hill from her band, stood in banded sunshine and shadow. It gives her a bit of a dramatic presentation.

Love those moody blues, modeled so well by Flash. The day had been really smoky/hazy/dusty (?), and the clouds were skimmed high over the sky, so the light had a really interesting quality – not cloudy but definitely not sunny. By the time I took this pic of Flash, against Filly Peak, way in the distance, the sun had set into a low-to-the-horizon cloud bank, and the light was just … bluey. Not grey. Kind of cool. Filly Peak usually is very orangey/taupey/beigey um, tan. The far blue ridge is outside/beyond Spring Creek Basin, and that *blue* is dense pinon-juniper forest.
Houdini was not interested in interacting with the band that had Flash’s attention; she was over the ridge, minding her own business.