Baby, it’s hot out there. Temperatures are in the hundreds with nary a teaser of rain. The gnats are ferocious, and only head nets seem to keep them at bay.
“I think I saw a cloud … yesterday. … It hung around a minute … then just blew away …” ~ more great lyrics by Dave Stamey. Well, great if we didn’t identify so fully with them!
The mustangs are tough. Temps eventually ease, and rain eventually comes. Can’t be too soon …
Skywalker is making the rounds lately, checking availability and resolve. So far, he remains a bachelor.
Classic Spring Creek Basin mustang; classic Spring Creek Basin horizon.
Age doesn’t detract from Houdini’s loveliness. It’s hard to believe she’s probably 25 or older, huh? 🙂
“Dreams are like horses … they run wild on the earth …” ~ Dave Stamey
We mustang lovers know the truth of those words. 🙂
To all our dads, thank you for your guidance and protection and education and support – and everything else you have given us to make us who we are. Hopefully we are people who pay all those attributes forward, to our own children and/or to the people (and animals) around us.
To my dad: Thank you for being my dad. I couldn’t have a better one. 🙂 I love you!
Young mister Kwana is Spring Creek Basin royalty; he’s a grandson of our beloved Grey/Traveler. With those baby blues, he’s sure to capture the attention of many mares in the future. For now, he’s hanging with the boys and living the carefree wild life of a bachelor.
Oh, the loveliness. And the light ain’t half bad, either. 🙂
Hayden searches for a crossing of the arroyo that’s immediately to his right. The wind has created a haze in the air between us and Filly Peak, but the low, late light makes him gleam like burnished copper.
Maia and Houdini aren’t related (that I know of), but they’re close pals, despite a vast difference in their ages.
