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Coupland Skies

We were expecting storms last night.  While they didn’t materialize, we were treated to some marvelous Central Texas skies.   I wandered a few miles south, to the village of Coupland, still around 300 residents.   There are many things to admire about this community, but a favorite subject is St. Peter’s Church of Coupland, affiliated with the United Church of Christ, different from the Church of Christ.   Look it up if interested.   The church’s congregation formed around 1890, comprised of Swiss and German immigrants.   They met for years in a schoolhouse, but built their current church in 1905-06.  A fellowship hall was added in later years.   There’s a quote on their website I like: “We encourage kind debate and gentle disagreement.”   But I digress.  These images pay homage to the church, but also the painted skies.    And a fine-looking cow, too.

Back to Bartlett

While I’d truly enjoy traveling around this big state taking photos of our many small towns, there are a few close to home I’ll return to often.   One of those is Bartlett, a community of a little over 1600 residing in both Bell and Williamson Counties.   Like Granger, its neighbor a few miles south, vintage brick streets remain intact.   The best way to show off those streets is waiting until after sunset, when auto headlights enhance their features.   These are just a few impressions made Thursday evening.  

A Crowded Harvest

A  photo taken of a corn harvest in progress this week is meant to be informative, not pretty. Many of the photos I take on Blackland Prairie attempt to pay homage to a way of life that’s quickly fading away.   Our town, Taylor, is 32 miles northeast of Austin.   Since we returned to Texas in 2009, the city of Austin  has been spreading its wings.  As it’s become less affordable, people are moving further out to find affordable places to live.     I understand that. I really do.   But what do we lose with growth?   Many acres of beautiful farmland,  sliced and diced into cookie cutter subdivisions.  Continued growth means more power lines marching  across the land.   Bless those farmers having to navigate their tractors grain bins  and combines around this stuff.  Maybe this helps explain why I continue to document those “pretty” scenes.   Who knows how much longer we’ll have them?

Friends

This one’s from the early-1980 Atlanta, a photo of two young friends holding on tight while watching a Birds of Prey show with their fellow kindergarteners, an image made during my years at the Atlanta Journal and Constitution.  I’ve been thinking lately about how far apart we’ve become  in recent years.   Does that separation increase as we age?   There’s just way too much divisiveness.   Consider the unfettered warmth and caring  of five-year-olds.   We could learn from their examples. 

The Rookery

August photos from the rookery at Taylor’s Murphy Park.  I’ve observed the arrival of egrets since 2009, arriving here to usher new family members into the world.  They’ll be moving on in a few weeks.    We’ll still have cormorants, geese, cattle egrets and ducks, but I do enjoy this time in late-spring and summer.

Time Well Spent in Lexington

It’s been a while since our last visit to Lexington, Texas, a community of a little over 1200 in Lee County.  In 1848 the town was called Shaw, but the name changed in 1850 to honor the first battle of the Revolutionary War.    The population figure may grow when census figures are released, but probably not by much.   From Taylor, it’s an easy drive, just 27 miles east.   It’s the home of Snow’s BBQ, an establishment only open on Saturday mornings.   I’ve never had it, but Texas Monthly selected it as the state’s top barbecue a few years ago.   There’s also a livestock auction every Saturday. None of these photos have anything to do with barbecue or cattle.  They’re just some impressions of  a brief visit.  It’s a nice little town.

At Georgetown’s Chandler Park

On a recent evening in Georgetown, I visited, Chandler Park, one of the city’s quiet and out of the way parks.   A portion of the San Gabriel River courses through it.   As I stopped, a pair of geese caught my eye.   They seemed to be deciding what to do, finally floating around the serene water.   After watching the birds, I noticed end of day light filtering through the park’s trees.   And so it is.