As the afternoon progressed I wasn’t certain of a moon photograph tonight at Immanuel Lutheran Church.    Clouds, no rain, just clouds, covered much of the skies around Taylor.   At the time  for moonrise, a little after 7:30, there was little to see.    I drove around for a few more minutes, then stopped by at 8 p.m.   A Waning Gibbous moon, at 97.7 percent,  made an appearance.    

Since it had rained the past couple of days, it was a nice surprise to see the moon make an appearance Wednesday evening in Taylor.   I’d written off the notion of a lunar offering.   When this was taken the moon was in its Waning Gibbous phase, at 99.9 percent visibility.   Along comes a very long freight train, one that took several minutes to pass.   Rather than sit on my rear end, I got out and took a few shots.   Back in the car, it was still a while before that train finally passed.   No gigantic moon photo, friends.   Just stuff I see.

It was quite wet when these photos were taken Tuesday evening in Bartlett, Texas.  I was thankful for lens cleaning tissues to wipe off my lenses, but I do find this community visually intriguing.   With a population of just over 1,600, Bartlett resides in both Williamson and Bell Counties.   Like Granger, its neighbor five miles south, it retains some wonderful cobblestone streets.  One of the best things about winter here is the opportunity to photograph places in the  evening hours.  

Probably mentioned before, but windmills are an obsession.   Growing up in Northeast Texas, I don’t recall seeing very many.  During my decades in Georgia, sightings were rare.   When settling in Central Texas, however, it seemed they were everywhere.   I like that.   Their presence  is soothing.   Many windmill photos are taken.  Not all are shared.  But some are.

013025 GEORGETOWN, TEXAS: The skies are adorned with color after sunset, as seen from County Road 398 on Thursday, January 30, 2025. Photo by Andy Sharp. 1

Seen Monday evening on the way to Walburg, Texas.   A small grove of trees, encased in fog and mist, fronted by a field of Blackland Prairie soil.  Our area is rolling on toward progress.   Hopefully, we retain some of what is there.   Quiet places are healing.

The 9th Annual Free Soup Supper was held this evening at St.Peter Lutheran Church in Walburg.    Homemade dishes were offered to anyone who came.   There were soups, of course, but plenty of sweet treats, too.   While food is a focus, it’s really  an opportunity for friends to get together.

The best thing about Super Bowl Sunday is how it creates a sense of quiet.   Folks are glued to their televisions, thoroughly absorbed.   For those of us who could care less about the “big game” it’s a gift.    Not long after kickoff, I was on the road in search of a photograph.  Traffic was minimal.   Earlier in the day, I’d stopped by Taylor’s grocery store to pick up a few things.   The store was jam packed, folks stocking up before the game.  Around 6:30 I stopped for an evening photograph at Prince of Peace Lutheran Church, in Wuthrich Hill, a few miles east of Taylor.   Preparing to leave, a low hum was heard on the road next to the church.  Knowing that hum, I kept the camera ready as a farmer crested the hill past the church.   Farmers, at least this one, were working, not watching a game.   It’s one of the many reasons I admire farmers.  

The weekly roundup of photos from daily walks in Taylor are offered here.   They’re probably boring you by now, but I go nowhere without a camera.   And I won’t pass up a visual opportunity.   A bunch of you will be focused on football soon.   Note the flag at the conclusion of this post.

Temperatures this morning were in the mid-upper 60s in Georgetown, great weather for the 30th Annual Cupid’s Chase held in San Gabriel Park.   The event included a 1-mile fun run for kids, plus a 5K main event.   Sponsored and coordinated by the Georgetown Parks Department, this year approximately 700 people were registered.   Normally, I shy away from what I call “busy” photos, but the friends all wearing “I hate running” shirts were just too much fun to pass up!   They stayed together the entire time for a brisk walk.   They’re neat ladies.   And I like the dad waving to his kids near the finish line, followed by nice hugs.   Every  road race I’ve covered over the past few decades has  been adorned with sweet moments, little bits of life.

For early risers, sunrises are also calming.   From just north of Taylor this morning.