I very rarely get good pics of Jet's face. He doesn't usually stand still long enough and if the angle is wrong his head looks goofy. He's actually pony-sized (14 hands) with a long almost-horse sized nose and a lower lip that tends to hang down when he's relaxed (affectionately referred to as his "flubby" lip).
His body bears the marks of his life before us. He is branded on his left hip with a symbol that is similar to other brands I have seen on Mexican Mustangs. He is over at the knee and will probably always be (his legs have straightened a bit since we have kept him barefoot and are careful about trimming his feet). His back has a line of white spots that run from his withers to his hip from ill fitting tack and probably an ill fitting pack saddle. His has notoriously high withers that will rub raw if the saddle doesn't fit him properly (we've found a good combination of pad and saddle that work for him).
And yet...to see him standing in the wind with his mane blowing, you get a glimpse of what he must have looked like on an open range. And to see him move is poetry in motion. He has such a fluid way of moving that you really appreciate the mechanics of the muscles and tendons that move his body. He is so well trained that you could ride him at a gallop and know that he will respond to your cues. He will run his heart out if you ask him to and will also carry a small child on his back and stop when he feels that child become unbalanced. When I watch T ride him and I have the chance to ride him myself, I thank my lucky stars that he came into our lives.
I have always wanted to get a shot of him standing with his mane and forelock blowing in the wind. This isn't quite the shot I had envisioned but it's close.