When the light is as sublime as this, you’d think the mustangs would drop everything and pose like the wild beauties they are. …
Not so much. 🙂
So you have to catch them as you can, before the light is gone for another day. Pretty Temple is the day’s lovely model.
Grazing through the greasewood on a lovely evening, minutes after the sun dropped below a cloud, just before it dropped before the far western ridge.
Low light. Waiting for rain.
Thank goodness we have greasewood to make our world green. We do have other green bits currently, which also is very, very good.
Chipeta demonstrates the dreamy way to take advantage of the green.
Apparently, there’s a new “Spirit” movie almost out called “Spirit Untamed.” 🙂
Our little Spirit is living, breathing proof of the untameable spirit of mustangs.
It’s hard keeping one’s ladies in line. They’re independent thinkers, those girls, and though a stallion can mostly get them lined out in the “right” direction, they do like to dawdle here and there and everywhere.
Here, Storm was on the march to collect a couple of wayward grazers as they made their way (I think) toward and in the direction of – eventually – water. He was well aware of a band just leaving the water source, not too far away, and that might have lent a little urgency to his mission. I was with them until the sun did hit the horizon, and though they moved to the other side of a big arroyo, they didn’t seem in too big a hurry to challenge the other band on the path to evening water.
Happy Mother’s Day to all our moms! They birth us, care for us, nurture us, support us – always. Where would we be without them!? 🙂
Bees and flowers; flowers and bees.
Springtime. 🙂
Even grazing, Temple and Madison are never far from each other.
The heart of the wild, in glorious sunset light just after the sun dropped under a cloud lingering from rain much earlier. We’ll take all we can get (the rain AND the light!).
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 