
For a while now, I’ve been trying to get a shot that shows how vivid are Hollywood’s zebra stripes. This still isn’t quite what I’ve envisioned, but it shows off his stripes pretty well!

For a while now, I’ve been trying to get a shot that shows how vivid are Hollywood’s zebra stripes. This still isn’t quite what I’ve envisioned, but it shows off his stripes pretty well!

Lovely Maia paused long enough for a glamour shot with Spring Creek canyon in the background.
Readers have seen a lot of pix of La Sal Mountains in my photos of mustangs in Spring Creek Basin. They form a pretty dramatic range on our northwestern horizon.
During a couple of recent aspen-leaf-peeping drives, I had the opportunity to see our landmarks from different perspectives, including from those not-so-far-away La Sals.

Spring Creek Basin, in Disappointment Valley, is a little hazy with smoke in this view southeast from below Mount Peale (the highest La Sal peak), and in this smallish view, maybe hard to pick out. But visible – in the upper, farthest area of the pic – are McKenna Peak, Temple Butte, submarine ridge (my name for it), Brumley Point, Round Top, Flat Top, Filly Peak and the rimrocks on the western edge of the basin.
Autumn-tinged Gambel oak is in the foreground.

This may be the most colorful image I’ll ever get to take of Temple Butte.
It’s taken from a couple of miles east of Groundhog Reservoir, looking northwestish. Spring Creek Basin is on the *other* side of Temple Butte from this perspective.
Happy autumn. I hope you’re all enjoying the colors of the changing season and the cooler temps!

At 6:50:28 p.m., Killian was waiting for his band to graze their way to the top of the ridge.
At 6:51:27 p.m., this was happening:

Killian was already gone, moseying on in the shade of sunset.

By 7:09:38 pm., the ponies were browsing over the ridge, I was on my way back to the Jeep, and the moon was still rising.
Another beautiful day – and night – in the basin.

Bay beauty girl Madison always looks faaaaaaaaaaaaabulous, dahlings!

Alegre and Maia let loose during a run to the rest of their band, on a hill to the right, already in the evening’s shade.
Those girls do make me laugh. 🙂

By the time I found Cassidy Rain and Raven and their band one recent evening, the sun had almost retreated below the top of the mesa behind them. There was just enough illumination to touch them with the softest fingers of light before it was gone again.

Kwana gallops back to his girls after a brief jog up a nearby hill to get more than a tantalizing glimpse of a mare, seemingly alone. But she wasn’t alone, and her stallion – Kwana’s little brother – told big bro (rather politely, I thought) ohnonono.
Whinnying as he hurtled toward them, just before he reached his closest mare, Kwana pulled off a slide through the shadscale that any Quarter Horse trainer would have envied. His mares were less impressed. 🙂

Not much is bothering Tenaz. A couple of bachelors are being respectful, and they’re more company than threat (most of the time).

Mr. Hayden in all his copper-glowing red-gold goodness.
It was technically still summer when I took this pic (and plenty warm), but you can see he’s starting to look a little fuzzy. Must be those chilly nights.