A halcyon day

 

Though I did not see a kingfisher there was no storm 

and just the slightest breeze for Ravens to pirouette  

 Then, just on the other side of the mountain

everything looked very different.

We discovered that  my red headed friend 

Ruby

is a band stallion now.

Sun seekers

 

 

If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self. There is no place to hide and so we are found.

~Terry Tempest Williams

Waking up to this view of the Superstitions was a relief.

Especially due to the fact that we set up our tent in THE SNOW the night before.

You wouldn't know it.

My very first Roadrunner

new cities keep on sprawling Old towns falling too Raining a river of color

and it's flowing bisbee blue 

straight to you bisbee blue

some say this way's the only one that's true

bring me back bisbee blue 

~Calexico :: an indie rock band from Tucson, Arizona (the Old Pueblo)

Bisbee sits high (5,300 ft.) in the heart of the Mule Mountains.

An evening in Nevada

 

Snowed in

I'm doing some state hopping right now. Some rambling around. A kind of walkabout through Nevada, Arizona and California.

But, before I enthusiastically plaster images of desert scenes, of donkeys, saguaros and quaint hillside miner shacks, I want to share with you some pictures from our Christmas holiday in South Dakota's Black Hills.

Still fresh in my mind are the snow clumped, freezing manes of the wild horses of 

The Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary.

Feeding 500 mustangs in blizzard like conditions on Christmas Day turned out to be the greatest gift any horse lover could ask for.

 

All are welcome for Christmas breakfast 

 

The famous Wyoming Adobe Town mustangs who were rescued from a BLM holding pen

 

High winds and drifting snow

Visiting some Choctaw ponies the evening before the storm