On these cool, autumn-like mornings when the temperature of the Missouri River is warmer than the air, there's a delightful ground fog on the river bottoms.
I have to be fairly quick at taking the pictures, because once the sun gets up in the sky a little way, the fog is gone.
It amazes me that I can ride in the same area two or three times a week, and yet this place offers a wide variety of ever-changing scenes.
Blue gives me "the look" when I make him stop while I take pictures. Isn't he sweet? No wonder I kiss his face all the time.
Blue's bridle came with him; his previous owner said, "This is his bridle; use it on him."
I was just glad to have a bridle, but I've never figured out why the guy seemed to think no other bridle would work. I've tried others just to see, and the only thing I've noticed is that Blue has to have those round rubber thingies you see at the corner of his mouth. Because otherwise he graps the shank of the bit with his teeth all the time.
I tried this entry earlier, but AOL was giving me a fit. Hope this one saves.