Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Temple still has the trickle of darker hair down her shoulder, but as she greys out more, it gets fainter.

Doesn’t she have the most lovely expression?

This was about a week ago; I’d nearly gotten rained out (wet roads in the basin are no joke!), but then Temple and her band appeared near the western boundary. Perfect location and timing (except the rain … that hasn’t been too plentiful, and now we’re back to heat and dry … ).

Buckeye’s band waits their turn while one band drinks at the catchment trough after the first band heads out to graze.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Mustangs have an extremely highly elevated sense of etiquette. There was no pushing and shoving, and while there might have been some reminders, drink time proceeded calmly and with utmost order.

No chance of catching moonrise last night because of deep-purple clouds and what looked like heavy rain to the east/southeast of Spring Creek Basin. But then something else super (get it?) cool happened, and I was focused on that (you’ll see it in upcoming posts). …

The clouds receded and returned, lightning was starting to strike along the southern ridges of Disappointment Valley … and I knew it was time to go.

The above pic is nearly full frame (a little cropped off the bottom). I didn’t know I’d actually caught the lightning until I saw the image on the computer. A little bit wow, eh? 🙂

There’s golden hour, and then there’s that absolutely sublime, divine, *golden* light. Then the photographer is thanking her lucky stars when a divine, sublime, *golden* mustang pauses long enough for the shutter to click. Just a moment. … Just enough.