Ann James
May 17, 2021
Photo by Andreas Dress on Unsplash

Have you noticed in selecting photos from Unsplash, the array of pics is a bit like a Captcha?

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. . . at least one in every set of photos is not a wild horse. I can vouch for the last photo taken through my dining room window in October 2018. They are a wild horse and a mustang from the BLM land behind my house — the sagebrush-covered hills that work their way up to Virginia City. They had been here more and more often since a big snowstorm in 2008, first at night, then more often in broad daylight.

my “back yard”



Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.