Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

With greatest respect – and a wide smile – do I refer to Cassidy Rain as a “monster” for her mud-caked appearance. … To have mud to roll in is a great and wondrous thing! As is the rain we’ve finally gotten in quantities enough to assuredly measure.

No offense to the rockets’ red glare … but I like Mother Nature’s style. 🙂 And it’s a lot more peaceful!

On this day of celebration of American independence (from persecution) and freedom (for everyone), let’s not forget to celebrate what makes America *uniquely* America: Our differences are not meant to be destroying factors but unifying ones; our strength manifested by our varying perspectives.

Let freedom ring … for us all.

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.