A mama/sister/auntie’s love, as gentle as the kiss of last light upon the land as day fades. Breeze familiar and soothing, light as breath.
And there was this also:
Still not a lot of rain over us, but it has to rain *somewhere* to produce a rainbow … ? 🙂
How blessed are we to witness such beauty?
You know that mid-afternoon fade we humans sometimes suffer? I think Piedra was feeling her own fade in the early evening this day. 🙂 And why not? It’s a beautiful nap spot!
Hollywood’s mares adore him.
He’s pretty fond of them, too. 🙂
The last moments of sunlight were so softly lovely last night.
The sun slipped below a cloud bank just above the far horizon, and not long after the light shuttered, a bright, nearly horizontal slash of lightning crossed the western sky. Time to go!
Thunder and lightning boomed and bloomed across Disappointment Valley … wind whipped cottonwood leaves … and ever so slowly, spatters of rain filled the quiet that followed. Peace.
We’ve gotten some rain (!) that has returned our Colorado-turquoise skies to their usual clarity, but I couldn’t resist sharing this image of lovely Alegre and wise Houdini from a not-too-long-ago visit. Their personalities shine clearly: Alegre, curious; Houdini, not interested … and keeping an eye on things as usual. 🙂
Light is a beautiful, wondrous, gorgeous thing.
To it – that big, glowing orb around which our world revolves – we owe all.
Ginormous congratulations to Kathryn Wilder for the win of “Desert Chrome” in the creative nonfiction category of the Colorado Book Awards!!!
From Torrey House Press:
Kathryn Wilder’s personal story of grief, motherhood, and return to the desert entwines with the story of America’s mustangs as Wilder makes a home on the Colorado Plateau, her property bordering a mustang herd. Desert Chrome illuminates these controversial creatures—their complex history in the Americas, their powerful presence on the landscape, and ways to help both horses and habitats stay wild in the arid West—and celebrates the animal nature in us all.
“Testimony to the healing power of wildness . . . a candid memoir that interweaves a trajectory of loss, pain, and hard-won serenity with a paean to wild horses.” —KIRKUS REVIEWS
Give it a read. You won’t be *disappointed*! 🙂
A little bit of smoke haze has continued to infiltrate our skies at various times. That said, this view, from the basin’s northern hills, is one of my favorite in Spring Creek Basin. A landscape painter (or photographer) couldn’t have a much better background for a magical subject. 🙂
The wind. It exhausts us.
It hasn’t been too terrible lately (the gnats can attest), but it’s also *not* bringing the rain we so desperately need.
Pretty girls Mariah and Winona, just trying to survive the wind.
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 