Misty nights like this might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I like them. Color images, except for a few tones, become shades of gray. I won’t try to explain the attraction, but there it is. Tonight on the Blackland Prairie. 
Sometimes I’ll let photo files pile up on my desktop. Occasionally, they come together as a little theme. Grain elevators are abundant in farm country. I see (and photograph) them often. These are three taken in the past couple weeks. 
The first time I saw Gardner Cemetery was a few years ago, a warm Spring day. Driving through Circleville, I saw a patch of bluebonnets on a hill. When I got out of the car for a closer look at the wildflowers, I was surprised to find a small family cemetery. Tall grass grew all around, but I trudged forward, oblivious of possible crawling reptiles. On a drive by there this week, it was nice to see that someone had been tending this resting place. The grass was neatly trimmed, gravestones repaired. It’s hard to know when the last person was interred here, but it’s been a while. Most of the headstones are from the early-mid 1800s. Cemeteries keep history alive, even when we’re gone. I like that this one’s being cared for so well. 
It’s 32 degrees right now in Taylor, with temperatures dropping to the mid-20s by morning. That may not seem cold to friends living in other areas, but we think it’s chilly. I drove around a little tonight, recording a couple of winter scenes. As you might expect, windmills are included. These were taken a little over an hour ago when the temperature was about 40. As long as we’re not getting ice storms like last February, I’m okay with it
“Ring of Fire,” featuring the music of Johnny Cash, opens tonight at the Georgetown Palace. I’m just posting one photo because most of the audience for the images access the work via Facebook or Instagram. My IG handle: @ andybobsharp. The show, fully masked, runs through February 20th. 
There’s a paying assignment tonight, prompting something simple and quick. If there’s a theme here, let’s call it trees. I’m particularly fond of them at this time of year. The first photo was taken during my walk this morning through Taylor’s Murphy Park on a frigid and cloudy day, a cormorant hovering above the park’s trees. The second photo, from a few weeks back, was made as a farmer tended a field behind the Saul family cemetery in Norman’s Crossing. That area is developing at an astronomical pace. Hopefully, farmers will still have land to cultivate. The last photo is from a couple nights ago, a post-sunset scene in Rice’s Crossing. 
When it comes to lakes, I prefer ones naturally-formed (like Caddo Lake) but Granger Lake is mighty pretty. Granger Lake was formed with the damming of the San Gabriel River. In the process quite a lot of prairie land was flooded, including a community called Friendship. That fisherman might be fishing near the site of Friendship. Rivers, creeks and natural spring-fed ponds are my favorite bodies of water, but Granger Lake gives area visitors scenic place to go. 
There was no plan to post yet another moon photo tonight, but this evening’s Waning Gibbous moon, 98.8% visibility, was glowing nicely above the cormorants at Taylor’s Murphy Park. I was grateful for a tripod. 
Is it a Wolf Moon? Here’s the thing, friends. It’s a full moon. These naming conventions aren’t necessary. It’s the moon, visible more times than others. Like tonight, when I enjoyed its appearance above two favorite barns in Travis County, but only a few hundred yards from Williamson County. 
A number of areas decided to cancel this year’s Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday celebrations, but Leander, a community in western Williamson County, held their first one today. I was there for a parade, followed by a festival. Sometimes these events are somber, but Leander’s was upbeat and heartwarming. In the opening photo, a young member of a Ballet Folklorico group at an elementary school got a little help from a dedicated teacher. Toward the end of this post, I like the siblings sitting in dad’s lap. Little brother really wanted that dill pickle, but she wasn’t having any of that. This was nice commemoration. I was glad to be there to record it. 
