Another Red Barn

While rambling through North Williamson County recently, this little red barn came into view.   At times I wax poetic about something I see, but this is simply a nice little barn … and a nice setting, not far from Walburg, Texas. 

Holy Trinity … Two Nights

A recent bit of wandering  led me  to North Williamson County, Texas, where I took in the good skies, and the long view, of Holy Trinity Catholic Church, in New Corn Hill.   Tonight’s photos are taken from almost the same angle, a county road southeast of the church.  The first night was cloudy, the second night more stormy.   I always find it interesting to hear other states refer to themselves as “Big Sky Country.”   We have that here. 

A School Year Begins in Georgetown

It’s been a full day of work!  I rose early and drove to Annie Purl Elementary School in Georgetown for the the city’s first day of classes.   While August 16 seems early, back in Georgia, some of my friends’ kids began two weeks ago.   The start dates are all over the place, aren’t they?  The Taylor kids begin on Monday, as does City of Austin.   Bartlett, up the road a bit, doesn’t start until August 27th.   I sort of which all districts would revert to the after-Labor Day rule.   Anyway, these photos were taken this morning.   I always enjoy first days, such a wide range of emotions for all concerned, like the little guy in the opening three photos, a kindergartener who really wanted to stay with mama.   Who can blame him?   These were taken for my friends at the Williamson County Sun.

Two Unrelated Images On This Summer Evening

The photos offered here tonight have not a thing to do with each other, but I feel compelled to place them in the same place.  Go figure.   The first, photographed maybe two years ago, is a little north of Walburg, Texas.  This wonderful stretch of Blackland Prairie land is a Texas Century Farm, part of the Texas Family Land Heritage Program, which certifies the farm has been maintained in continuous  operation for over a hundred years by the same family.   The sign at the front gate says they are the Riske family.  I don’t know them, but I am quite taken with this view.   The other photo, presented in black-and-white, was taken a few days ago at a church, done while working on something else.  For whatever reason, I kept staring into this basement room, where this old upright piano gathered morning light nicely over its surface.  A church member, being helpful, asked “would you like to open the cover? ”   To which I replied “No, ma’am, but thank you.”   It is what it is.

Summer Nights at Bull Branch Park

These photos don’t require much explanation, just simple images from Bull Branch Park in Taylor, Texas, just down the street from our house.   I like the gentleness of Bull Branch Creek, and course the cypress trees.  The first couple are very similar, only slight differences, but I think I like the first one.   The last photo has just a hint, in the upper left corner, of tonight’s Waxing Crescent moon, 18.4% visible.  

A Nice Evening With Rosalio and Max

Rosalio Rodriguez is a wonderful fellow I like to visit from time to time.   By day, Rosalio works at a printing company in Pflugerville, where he’s been employed for quite a long time.   In the evenings, he comes home to his slice of prairie heaven, where he and Max, his Great Pyrenees, take care of their 63 head of sheep.  Their home, north of Taylor, but south of Granger, is quite peaceful.   Each day after work, they open the pasture gate, letting their furry friends stretch their legs and munch on grass, and other tasty treats, along a seldom-traveled country road.   I first photographed Rosalio in 2010.  A photo from that first visit is framed and hangs on the wall of his home.  I am honored.  Back then, the herding dog was Charlie.   Charlie’s still around, but Max has taken over the heavy lifting.    Just a little bit of life on the Blackland Prairie, friends. 

On the Road in Beyersville

We had a sweet couple of rainy interludes this afternoon on the Blackland Prairie.   By the time I decided to. drive around and wander tonight, the quality of post-storm light was good.  No rainbows, but it is what it is.    Here are a couple taken this evening near Beyersville, Texas, in southeast Williamson County.  If there ever was a downtown Beyersville, I don’t know it.  For my purposes, it’s simply good land and sky.   That dog caught me off guard a little.  She walked out into the middle of the road and commenced to sit herself down.   In no way was she threatening.  We visited for a few seconds before I got back in the car.   Even though this is way out in the country, good feelings don’t come when I see a dog where they’re in danger. 

After the Rain

While the rain was giving my Blackland Prairie a good pounding earlier this afternoon, production work kept me at my computer.   As soon as possible this evening, I took a little drive around the area.   The lightning, and most of the precipitation had moved on, probably to the east.   The clouds, however, and the sky around around the clouds?  They were eloquent.   The first two images are one of my favorite subjects, Prince of Peace Lutheran Church, sitting atop a hill in Wuthrich Hill, Texas.   The last photo?   That’s a little bit of our state’s resonant crop of cotton.   We’re experiencing drought again this summer, but even so, I was able to enjoy the little bolls that were visible.   

A Bovine Interlude

Once again tonight, let’s  keep things simple.   Cows can make that happen.   The first photo was taken last evening as the remnants of a storm moved along  east of  Walburg.   Was this cow performing for the camera?  I honestly don’t know, but she and her friends were interesting.  The other photo, of a calf west of Taylor, seemed more suited to a monotone treatment.    I won’t say more.  No need.

A Brief Stop at the Jonah School

While now the Jonah Community Center, this sturdy little structure began its life in 1922 as the Jonah School.  This photo was taken tonight about 9pm as I finished a night’s rambling.   I like that these regal old structures (and their trees) remain with us, little bits of our history preserved for future generations.