Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Tenaz snakes a wayward mare back to the band and out of reach of a nearby bachelor.

Big black beautiful Bounce.

Gorgeous wild pony on a gorgeous evening in paradise – aka Spring Creek Basin.

Madison and Temple.

These girls grew up together, then separated for a while … and now are together again.

Mares and mamas – the heart of the home (on the range). 🙂

Did we mention that the gnats are out?

They’re out.

Wild boy Copper isn’t fooled by camo tree branches.

To be clear, I wasn’t sneaking up on the boy; they just happened to be between us, and he just happened to stop nearly precisely at the V in the tree trunk. I moved to get both eyes in the frame and snapped his pic!

Without mustangs, it would be just another pretty landscape. But WITH mustangs there, it’s a landscape imbued with magic. And we don’t always need to see them to know they’re there and feel their good vibes in our hearts.

Our mothers are the first to love us, before we’re even born. They nurture us and protect us and support and guide us.

I’m fortunate to know a lot of good mothers – and lots of them have just two legs! 🙂 So thanks also to my friends for being wonderful friends and excellent mothers!

Thanks to my own mother for being awesome. Among other things, she (and my dad) passed on their love of horses, and for that – and for so many other things – I can’t thank her (them) enough.

We didn’t get more than a few spits out of that dark sky, if you can believe it. In fact, we didn’t get a good rain for three days after this day. But then we got a really nice rain. 🙂

Comanche. He looks so much like Grey/Traveler now that from a distance he almost fools even me. 🙂