Pony Girl Love

We brought a friend to the horse pasture and sat drinking tea on the petroglyph rocks.  Here you can see the valley where Walnut Creek (coming off Juniper Mesa on the right) joins Apache Creek (coming out of Apache Creek Wilderness on the left.)  The horses have a wild and rugged eighty acres to share with elk, deer, coyote, javelina, ringtail, bobcat, mountain lion and various other beauties.)

This is my land.

I don't own it, but it is mine all the same.  My heart is here, with the horses and the creek and the mesa and all my wild friends:  feathered and furred; hoofed and clawed.

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*Kiva (right) and Avery (left) above the horse pasture

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*Ponygirl Love

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*Avery getting some Bunny sweetness

My daughter, Kiva,  is now 13.  She has known this land for nearly ten years of her life. Her beloved Bunny has been here with us nearly as long.

In the Beginning kiva bunny web

*6 year old Kiva with her beloved Bunny

infrared excursion installment #2

this was a very cool place to spend the day.  i was with the horses for a couple hours (hard to photograph with infrared film due to exposure times) then i went up to the old homestead.  didn't see another human for about 6 hours.  the homestead is nestled in a mountain range in central Arizona. the granite boulders surround it like silent watch dogs (more likely silent mountain lions sitting up there.)
  

Mesa and Meadow

A storm was moving in over the west edge of the mesa; one of the horses stood looking to the east.  The light was just perfect on the trees.  That's how it is here; always a magical moment.

Beloved

Everywhere I turn I am literally surrounded by Wildness and Love.  
Elk in the meadow last night; Coyotes this morning. 
Wild Mint and Watercress.
Finally identified the Yellow-Breasted Chat (with a little help from my friend Ty.)
And I get to see these little lovelies anytime I like.

Hazy Summer Chica

~I spend hours following the horses around in the afternoons to get the "perfect" shot.  Back lit, sun-flares, simplicity, connection.  Out of thirty shots, I might get one very special moment.  This is my favorite for this week.~
Used the texture "Bent Edges" from Kim Klassen

The Daily Wyatt
Sunday Snapshot

Wild Horse Love

~These horses are wild-raised on a nearby southwest range after weaning.  They are curious (but wary), healthy, strong and wild.  The way horses are meant to be.~

Spring Musings

I'm sitting at Apache Creek below the horse pasture.  It's sunny but cool.  Creek is flowing well and the horses are frisky.  Solid blue sky.

White and Yellow Sweet Clover are beginning to sprout from wintered roots along the banks of the creek.  These plants (kept in check here by my horses) are originally not from here.  They are from Eurasia and are now considered naturalized.  This issue is a book in itself, not a blog post  topic.  But if you're interested about that sort of thing, go HERE.  My horses don't mind; although I won't feed them alfalfa or clover for health issues, the amount they nibble along the creek is really a non-issue.

The Cottonwoods and Willows have fat bursting buds and the wild Apache Creek Mint has begun to push its way up through the moss and last winter's flood debris and old vegetation.

Prescott Lupine leaf clusters the size of dimes.


Tiny unopened mossflowers.


Yarrow the size of my pinky.


The various emerging spring vegetation is allowing the horses more browsing on the 80 acres.  They eat less hay now and I find them on the far side of the pasture eating some very strange (to me) things.  Hackberry twig ends, Scrub Oak tips, Willow and Alfalfa roots and, strangely, dirt.  Yes, the are supplied with various free choice minerals I buy at the feed store.  However, there is something in the clay/dirt that they obviously must not acquire in the store-bought minerals.


I wish we still had this intuitive sense to know what minerals, herbs, twigs and roots to eat at what times of the year.  Sometimes, when I've been sitting with the land and creek long enough, I feel I might be getting a grasp.  Then, I get rushed and caught up in our busy "human" things and it's lost.  The wisdom that is so close is lost.

My Chica, Snow, and missing my home

The snow always makes me ever so grateful for a roof, a warm woodstove,

plenty of wood,

and large colorful jars of dry beans and rice.

When I lived at Walnut Creek, I was grateful for being "trapped" by the snowy/muddy roads.  We would just wander around for hours in the snow taking pictures and not seeing anyone.

Silence.

My world has changed and I am not coping well.  My horses are 45 miles from me and I am living where I hear CARS all day.

Sure, I go out to Walnut Creek two or three times a week, but I am a visitor now; a tourist, not a native to the land as I was for the last six years.

And, I need a job.

What am I good for?  Gardening?  Yes.  Helping my kids be good learners at home (and now school?) Yes.  Running Solo in the Wilderness?  Yes.

Taking pictures?  Sometimes.

Writing?  Sometimes.

But these skills aren't buying grass-fed beef for my family, or putting gas in the car, or paying for my daughters violin lessons.

or maybe they can.

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Free Range Horse

An amazing and playful horse:  My Chica.  Taken with my phone as I didn't have my camera with me.  She is a very free spirit and very much her own girl.  Here she wanted me to play like a puppy; so we chased each other around and I caught some good shots. (Low quality but fun.)




 


 

Through the Trees

Because it is still very difficult for me to write about leaving the land I love, I will be posting (mostly)  photos that embody Walnut Creek and my life there in the wilds.



~Bunny enjoying new snow a little while back~

Four friends repeat

This photo was chosen for the Yavapai College Juried Student Art Show as First Place 2D.  Thought I'd post it again to show how I edited it differently.