As further testimony to what I wrote a couple of days ago, North Dakota’s beauty is captured easily if you look for it.
I returned a mile or two from where I was two days ago to once again capture North Dakota’s beauty, but this time instead of landscape, I sought out life on the prairie. This herd of horses caught my eye, especially the colts laying in the grass, guarded by their mothers. It’s a pastoral ranch scene if I ever saw one.
The weather conditions were perfect for such peaceful imagery. Skies were mostly blue with a few white puffy cumulus clouds. The winds were light and the herd of horses was at peace.
There aren’t very many herds like this here, where mares and colts are in abundance. Most farms and ranches have one or two horses, of a small herd, but none quite with this number. It’s a rather large remuda, or ramada as it may have been called if it were on a Texas cattle drive.
Not far from the horse herd was a good size herd of Angus grazing on the hillside. I’m not sure if they were part of the same operation, but either way, the hills and herds produced a romantic kind of imagery for an early summer afternoon. This was one of my favorite shoots so far this year, and it was just 20 miles or so east of where I live. How far do you have to travel to find life in the landscapes near you?
Aw, isn’t she cute! She took up living in my backyard. I watched her all day as she burrowed in to the soil and then carried grass to the burrow and covered it to hide it. I attempted a few times to get a shot, this one worked.
She had to get used to me, or at least figure out I was going to keep my distance — or that my telephoto was sufficient to get her portrait and still keep my distance.
I don’t know where is the back door to her hutch. I don’t know if she’s using that and not this door. Or if she’s moved on, but I’ve not seen her for quite a while. So, I just mow right over the hole in the ground, careful not to disturb it.
Green grass red barn
Man it’s green!
I don’t know what these horses were looking at, but I was looking at their pen and all the green grass there. I wonder if during the winter when their diet is mostly hay, if they long for the taste of soft chewy grass.
It was late afternoon when I drove down a gravel road west of Wilton toward the river. There wasn’t much light left as clouds were moving in. So, once I got an image of these horses turned out to spring grass, I had my one-a-day.
Lazy, I know.