
All wildflower season, I’ve been trying to get an image something like this one of Winona, with softly out-of-focus blooms in the foreground to create a misty, magical sort of look. Finally, as most of the flowers are waning or gone, I got this one.
The light was still a bit bright, and she’s just nuzzling an insecty-itch, but I’m still happy with the overall mood as a moment in time … a moment in the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years … that the mustangs recognize absolutely not at all. She’ll never remember that particular moment (because it will happen gazillions of times throughout the insecty seasons), but it reminds me of all those strings of beautiful moments I’m so blessed and grateful to witness with the mustangs. … Peaceful and serene (despite those pesky, insecty gnats and other buzzers).


















