We shared stories as we drove up the canyon road that angled between rocks, colored grape and copper and sienna; geometric rocks stacked like massive bricks as perpendicular to the earth as castle walls. Tucked between gnarled trees were ageless log cabins without porches or windows, creosote black and hunkered low on southern exposures, open to long meadows edged with pine and aspen that quake and sway in the late morning sun. We first saw the herd under the shade of a lone fir on an open grassy stretch. They'd been watching us long before we saw them, a platoon of longear sentinels judging our intent. One tall and elegant with an aristocratic nose. A stoic gray who asked for less than he wanted. A jenny as wide as she was tall and just the color of milk in tea. Two rough and tumble brothers with a schoolboy sense of humor. Our friend's laughter came up on the breeze and we all stood shoulder to belly and head to heart, passing hours grazing, scratching donkey ears, and admiring wise mule eyes. At the water tank, Fiona sipped with slow caution and then left the tip of her pink tongue dangling just past her whisker lips; she let me and it felt cool and delicate to my touch. And intimate beyond reason. Driving back, the road was unfamiliar. Aspen leaves turned to gold before our eyes as the sky faded to a pale shade of winter tourquoise. We nibbled on cookies made of seeds and apples and grains, and the particles wedged between our teeth became the bittersweet flavor of reluctance and September grass.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)