An image taken tonight along the San Gabriel River as it courses through Jonah, Texas. In an ideal world, I’d have set up a tripod and made this better. Sometimes, however, you take what you can. The photo was made with only a few moments to spare since I took it while stopped on a well-traveled road. That’s okay. I still like the serenity this body of water provides. 
While I have a fondness for autumn colors, the skeletal look of winter trees might be preferred. This elegant example is from this week, on a dirt road in Beyersville, Texas. 
Tonight’s offering are four photos taken in and around the village of Coupland, Texas, about ten miles south of our Taylor home. Included are two distance photos, both focusing on St. Peter’s Church of Coupland, plus a Union Pacific train briefly stopped near the Coupland Volunteer Fire Department and finally the Coupland Inn and Dance Hall, a sliver of Waxing Crescent moon shining above. 
Nothing to knock your socks off tonight, friends, two photos made last night and tonight. The first photo, just outside Taylor, was a grab shot made Monday night while standing in the road. Thankfully, it is not a busy thoroughfare. The second photo is from tonight in Georgetown. I don’t often get the chance to set up a tripod for windmill photos, but did so this time. Just this and that. 
This past weekend I attended the annual Chili and Stew Supper at St. Peter Lutheran Church in Walburg, Texas. My photos were initially pretty sedate until a beautiful lady strolled in with a huge smile on her face. As she was leaving, still wearing that smile, she visited with friends. As she gave me her name for the paper, Grace Bulgerin Liddell, age 88, the name rang a bell. She mentioned that her late husband, Carl, who died in July 2015 at age 92, was a former Williamson County commissioner. Even though only back in Texas since 2009, Carl’s name rang a bell. Then I recalled attending another chili supper, in February 2013 at the Jonah Community School. My favorite photo from that evening was of Carl and Grace as they danced to “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” It was indeed a sweet moment, included in this post. In 2020, Grace’s smile was as wonderful as ever. The other photo is from St. Peter’s chili supper, siblings enjoying an old-fashioned merry-go-round while their church member mom helped out with diners in the fellowship hall. Grace’s presence was the day’s highlight though. 
These photos of a 5-year-old and his dad taken this weekend at San Gabriel Park in Georgetown, Texas call to mind a memory from my days at the Atlanta Journal & Constitution. A photo made of a little boy and his cat, sitting on a fence in Woodstock, Georgia, prompted a response from the managing editor, who didn’t like photos of kids in a big metro daily. Stopping me in the hallway, he said, “It bothers me that I like this photo, but I do.” Newspaper management would do well to pay attention to the likes of their readers. And I’m not referring to political stories. 
Just one photo tonight, friends. This was taken a few nights ago on a county road east of Weir, Texas that enchants me. It’s a road where I can, so far anyway, get out of my car and take photos without interruption. As growth continues, who knows how long this serene place will be around to enjoy? 
Even though only February, and still cold, last evening I found some of the first Texas bluebonnets beginning to poke their little heads out of the Blackland Prairie soil. These were in an old family cemetery which won’t be named. A few months ago someone vandalized the headstones there. I’d prefer my photos not be the cause of further disruption. For the unversed, bluebonnets are our Texas state flower. 
As I was paying for a soft drink at our neighborhood convenience store Thursday night, a customer asked the clerk “Have you seen the sky?” That was cause enough for me to snap a photo. It was a pretty colorful night in Taylor, Texas 
In 1977 Shreveport Journal writer Marge Fischer and I teamed up to do a series on poverty in Caddo, Bossier and Red River Parishes. Marge was a wonderful and compassionate writer. The series advanced the annual Poor Man’s Supper, an annual fundraiser benefitting the Christian Service Project. A Google search tells me the supper continues to this day. That is such a good thing to know. Today, as then, the country continues to have many struggling families. Those struggles, despite what you might hear on talk radio, are real. I’ve seen it up close. 
