We warmed into the 50s today in Central Texas.  It seemed almost balmy after the last couple of days!  Still, we’re dipping into the mid-20s tonight, with a high in the upper 40s Thursday.    Oh, I know my friends from cooler climates are laughing, but really, when it’s cold, it’s cold, wherever you are.   Thankfully, we don’t have to use snow shovels too much.   Actually, never.   These are the result of wandering around the prairie on this pretty Wednesday evening.   It never grows old.

Monday evening I posted a little of the full moon at the Circleville, Texas home of Carol Fox, a friend, rancher, teacher and novelist.   Carol has been so very generous to allow my wanderings  on the land that has been in her family for a very long time.   The San Gabriel River makes a path through there.  That’s not the river in the opening photo, just a nice. bit of collected water in a valley.  The trees?  What can I say?  They are. resplendent, particularly the old Bur Oak that dominates much of this post.  If truth be known, it’s the tree I went there to document, the moon a sweet aside.  The Bur Oak photos start where it’s reflected in the truck, continuing to the end.    So here’s a few photos from last evening.  The dog riding in the truck across the land is Sadie, who shares her life with Carol’s brother.   One thing I know, friends.   On a piece of land like this, a truck makes perfect sense.  I was thankful to access to one for this outing.  My Honda would not have fared well!

We’ve been pretty cloudy here on the Blackland Prairie the past few days.   Today was no different.   This evening, I visited the Circleville, Texas ranch of good friend Carol Fox, a rancher, novelist and teacher who graciously allows me access  to her family land from time to time.   Tonight’s visit was in hopes of photographing the new year’s first full moon, a Waning Gibbous one, 100% visible.   Visible, that is, if you don’t have clouds.    At any rate, I’m posting just three photos.  The first, where the moon just begins its ascent, is an opportunity to show off Carol’s beautiful old oak tree.    The others are just the moon, covered by clouds. Tuesday if the stars align, I’ll post some more from the ranch, but not necessarily of the moon.   We’re moving on.

If you’ve followed my posts for a while, you’ll maybe remember Joe.   Joe, in his late-60s, has always bicycled his way around Williamson County, Texas from his home in Taylor.   Some of us wondered if Joe had a home to go to.  This evening, on an extremely-frigid Central Texas night in Taylor,  with temperatures below 32,  I spotted him, biking along with a couple of bottled waters in his basket.    I’m happy to report that Joe indeed does have a place to go in from the elements.  It’s very small.   While I took a photo of that, too, it won’t be posted here.  Joe’s home is his home, not ours.  This is the last photo for 2017. 

There’s a little cove I pass by on my daily walks in Taylor.   Gathered there most mornings are a group of egrets.  This cove is near, but not at, Murphy Park, where a rookery is home to many avian beauties.   When I’ve returned with my camera to photograph them, however, they become extremely camera-shy, taking flight at the drop of a feather,   doing their own little bird boogie.   The photos presented here don’t do their aerial ballets justice, but we do what we can.   Happy 2018, friends. 

While I’ve always loved fog (and mist, its cousin) wherever we have lived, this area of Central Texas, specifically East and North Williamson County, seems to be tailor-made for it.   As the new year approaches, things are slow for my work. That’s really okay since I’ve been battling an awful cold for almost a week.   Sometimes it’s good to taper off.   But I am what I am … obsessed.   Mmm?   Maybe persistent, or focused would be better words?   Anyway, this morning, when I looked outside, there was that sweet mistiness in the air.  Even though I wasn’t in top form, off I went in search of a few things.   All of these are within about 20 minutes of our Taylor home.   The opening photo, I think, may be my favorite.  I’ll let you ponder that though.   The two that follow are of the same metal barn.   I couldn’t decide which I liked best.    One image included not for its foggy mood was the gigantic  metal rooster photographed recently.   This morning, that rooster had three friends.   At first glance, I thought the “friends” were mannequins.  But then they moved … just a little.  They were enamored with this big old chicken.   Most are presented in color, but some are produced as black and white.   This type of subject matter often lends itself to gray tonalities.  Like the last image of those two rode-hard old tractors.  It wasn’t nearly as workable in color.    Anyway, that’s it for tonight, folks!

Before moving to Taylor, Texas in 2009, I hadn’t given much consideration to cypress trees.    Each day, I appreciate them a little more.  These photos were taken at Bull Branch Park tonight.  The opening photo frames a Waxing Gibbous moon, 87% visible.   It was cloudy this evening, but the moon peeked out from time to time.  If we get a break in the clouds, the first day of the new year is supposed to give us a full moon.     The moon is presented in the opening photo.  The others are just simple renditions of those wonderful trees.

A few days ago, I posted photos from Austin’s East 6th Street, but the many new connections I have might not know my history with this corridor, a short 3-4 block area running east of Capitol Avenue downtown.   44 years ago, there were people hanging out on the street, many of them blue-collar types catching a city bus to or from work.   And there were many obviously down on their luck, due to mental health and/or substance abuse issues.   But beyond that, many folks just liked to pass their time there.  The view I had a few days back was really quite sad.  The area has gentrified, becoming a go-to haven for music clubs, but there are far more people in pain there now than back in the day.   At least, that’s my impression.    I’m presenting a few images tonight from 1973.    Again, this is to connect new friends with how this little thing began so many years ago.

The past couple of days on the Blackland Prairie have been a bit chilly (for us), but also pretty misty-looking.    Last evening I wandered around on the back roads of East Williamson County, Texas.   There’s a little color in some, while others, like the first and last images, work so much better in black and white because they demonstrate the starkness, and yes, the appeal, of where I live.   I did toss in a barn in both color and b/w, but I’m leaning toward color on that one.   It’s good to have the option though.  

This is  one of my go-to barns near Taylor.  You’ll see it from time to time.   I am thankful for the kindness the barn’s owner showed in allowing me to come on his property for this series.   These were taken Christmas evening and also include the barn’s close neighbor, a shack once used by farm hands.   Because a tree is overwhelming the shack’s front facade right now, tonight’s version, presented in black and white, was from the side.   Also included are both color and b/w versions of the barn’s resident 1963 Chevy Impala.   I think the b/w does it for me here.   The final two shots?   Those are my feet after a romp in the field, obviously just tilled.  Even with those rubber boots, I was in pretty deep!   The suction came close to glueing me there!  The Blackland Prairie has some of the richest soil on the planet, but it can be a sticky thing.