Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Terra the supremely lovely watches her band below the eastern end of Valentine Mesa.

It’s amazing how just much the prick of the ears conveys to the enjoyment of a moment in time. Earlier, she apparently disapproved of something a couple of members of the band were doing. Her ears were sideways, and her head was turned away. And just like that, our interest is piqued, and we marvel at her quiet beauty.

Our world these days is dark, rich, WET brown with patches of white here and there – kind of like Maiku. 🙂

It’s an unusual situation for us to be so wet, so muddy. And we’re entirely grateful.

When the snow is coming down, well-known scenery takes on a very monochromatic look.

Wood accents aren’t just for interior design. They warm up a snowy pic of Raven, too. 🙂

At the very end of the day, sunlight reached far enough across the basin to highlight the horses I was visiting … and not quite as far as the far hills, where the snow still fell.

With warm days, the snow is melting, melting, melting. It’s a “wealth” of moisture to which we are unaccustomed … and in which we rejoice. Wealth, to those who have no coins at all, is relative. It still seems impossibly wonderful and makes us dream of ponds in the springtime.

Just because I didn’t see it doesn’t mean *it* wasn’t there. Mariah clearly was captured by the thing unseen by me.

Hayden loves his naps. Always has, since he was a baby.

On this day, with snow gently falling, he kept an occasional eye on me … but mostly, he enjoyed his nap.