“Mame” at the Georgetown Palace

“Mame,” the newest mainstage production at the Georgetown Palace Theatre, is a lively musical starring Michelle Cheney in the title role, but has a fine all-around cast, all giving excellent performances.  Kirk Kelso is back at the Palace for this production, in the role of Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside.   As with most of the Palace’s productions, tickets go fast, but you’ll have plenty of opportunities since it’s playing on the Springer Memorial Stage weekends through March 25.  These were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun.  As with most of my Palace work, more photos are posted on Facebook.

Morning Light

It’s still cold and rainy in my part of Texas, but not enough to slow down the appreciation of light.   As I was getting a cup of tea this morning, I noticed this plant in our living room.   Honestly, I don’t even know what it is, but it’s soothing.   Just something to jump-start your weekend, friends.  No big news.

From 1975…Seniors Struggle With Poverty

A story I was listening to on National Public Radio this afternoon dealing with the issue of homelessness and struggles  among a growing population of senior citizens brought to mind a January 1975 Shreveport Journal series I worked on about the struggles of the seniors in our area.   At the time, in my early 20s, it was terribly sad. I have vivid memories of the lady in the opening photo, presented again in the final three images.   Now, as a 65-year-old senior, it makes me think even more.   The issue of income inequality is real, but never more apparent than in our growing country of underserved older citizens.  

A Very Cold & Wet Wednesday Evening

Here in East Williamson County, Texas the temperature barely made it out of the 30s today.  Combined with sporadic rain throughout the day, it felt mighty chilly.  By the time I left to take a few photos this evening around 6:15, the precipitation had increased to a steady downpour.   The majority of photos taken tonight were shot with my car window rolled down.  I only got out (briefly) for the water-soaked field, and only then because the drumbeat of moisture gave me a tiny window of opportunity.  Perhaps most interesting to me was the unusual color of the first few images, almost giving them an old-fashioned feel.   For fun, they’re also presented in black and white here.   Except for the last one, a quick stop by Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Wuthrich Hill, where the sanctuary was in use, giving the old structure a nice evening glow.   That needs to be in color … this time, anyway.

Gathering Clouds on Country Roads

At times I get hooked on a subject.   Country roads would qualify.   When you combine a country road in East Williamson County, Texas with gathering storm clouds, like the ones pictured tonight, it’s hard to change that visual focus.   The first photo is on one of our very fine dirt roads, with a nice field of black dirt on the left and a bit of hay on the right.   During my metro-Atlanta (Georgia, not Texas) years I was hard-pressed to find actual dirt roads.   There was one I loved to photograph on the border of Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park.  I wonder if it’s been paved?  As to the opening image, if forecasts are right, it will be a muddy mess on Wednesday!    The second photo is a paved road, but is nonetheless enthralling.   As many of you anticipate the coming of longer days, I am not.   Night photography enchants.   

The Light Shines at St. James

On the way home recently, I was driving by Taylor’s St. James Episcopal Church, at the corner of 7th and Davis Streets.   While I’ve photographed this beautiful church, completed in 1893,  a few times, I don’t recall the sanctuary lights being on.   The light through the stained glass windows, the original installations?   Well, that merited a stop.  That’s all these are, friends.   Watching, and loving, the light.

An Open Landscape on a Foggy Morning

On the way to an assignment in Georgetown this morning, the fog, ever-present lately, rolled in again.   Mind you, I am not complaining, friends.   I find fog, clouds and mist have a way of stripping down subjects to their essentials, almost in the way that black and white does.   With that on my mind, these are presented in monotone mode this evening.   The opening photo is one of those occasionally-documented places.  I’ve called it a shack.  What the local farm folks here on the Blackland Prairie in Texas call them are “hand houses,” which served as temporary residences for laborers working in the fields here.   This one, like other similar structures in fields around here, is long-abandoned.  It’s interesting that they remain in place … weathered, sure, but here.  The fields around here are getting ready to yield spring crops, but for now they are empty-looking, yielding much open space around that rich black soil.   The second image, also this morning, is a road mostly used by farmers to navigate their tractors and combines into these fields.    

Prairie Sundown

These were taken earlier tonight, as the sun faded from the Blackland Prairie skies.  I don’t think they require much commentary, but you might want to know that is the Waxing Crescent moon, the first phase after a new moon.    We need uplifting things.   I need uplifting things.

At Half Mast in Georgetown, Texas

While documenting the flag is something I love to do,  the circumstances that led to the flag flying at Half Mast in Georgetown tonight is sad.  Flags across the United States have been lowered in memory of the 17 people who died Wednesday at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida.    Let’s hope for better days.